#AmericanWriters
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
682 'Twould ease — a Butterfly — Elate — a Bee — Thou'rt neither — Neither — thy capacity —
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.