#AmericanWriters
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
