#AmericanWriters
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
