#AmericanWriters
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—