#AmericanWriters
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
“Arcturus” is his other name’— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere! I slew a worm the other day’—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in