#AmericanWriters
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.