#AmericanWriters
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
