#AmericanWriters
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.