#AmericanWriters
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
