#AmericanWriters
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
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…