#AmericanWriters
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
