#AmericanWriters
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,