#AmericanWriters
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
