#AmericanWriters
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…