#AmericanWriters
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me