#AmericanWriters
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—