There is no frigate like a bookTo take us lands away,Nor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry.This traverse may…
'Twould ease—a Butterfly—Elate—a Bee—Thou'rt neither—Neither—thy capacity—But, Blossom, were I,I would rather beThy momentThan a Bee's Eternity—Content of fadingIs enough for…
'Twas the old—road—through pain—That unfrequented—one—With many a turn—and thorn—That stops—at Heaven—This—was the Town—she passed—There—where she—rested—last—Then—stepped more fast—The little tracks—close prest—Then—not…
'Twas like a Maelstrom, with a notch,That nearer, every Day,Kept narrowing its boiling WheelUntil the AgonyToyed coolly with the final…
'Twas awkward, but it fitted me—An Ancient fashioned Heart—Its only lore—its Steadfastness—In Change—unerudite—It only moved as do the Suns—For merit…
'Tis true—They shut me in the Cold—But then—Themselves were warmAnd could not know the feeling 'twas—Forget it—Lord—of Them—Let not my…
'Tis so much joy! 'Tis so much joy!If I should fail, what poverty!And yet, as poor as I,Have ventured all…
'Tis Opposites—entice—Deformed Men—ponder Grace—Bright fires—the Blanketless—The Lost—Day's face—The Blind—esteem it beEnough Estate—to see—The Captive—strangles new—For deeming—Beggars—play—To lack—enamor Thee—Tho' the Divinity—Be…
'Tis not that Dying hurts us so—'Tis Living—hurts us more—But Dying—is a different way—A Kind behind the Door—The Southern Custom—of…
'Tis customary as we partA trinket—to confer—It helps to stimulate the faithWhen Lovers be afar—'Tis various—as the various taste—Clematis—journeying far—Presents…