#AmericanWriters
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
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—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
