#AmericanWriters
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity