#AmericanWriters
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
