#AmericanWriters
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
976 Death is a Dialogue between The Spirit and the Dust. “Dissolve” says Death—The Spirit… I have another Trust”—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed