#AmericanWriters
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
