#AmericanWriters
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
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
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…