#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
