#AmericanWriters
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
558 But little Carmine hath her face— Of Emerald scant—her Gown— Her Beauty—is the love she doth— Itself—exhibit—Mine&md ash;
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
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…
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun