#AmericanWriters
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
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
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—