#AmericanWriters
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
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
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,