#AmericanWriters
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
401 What Soft—Cherubic Creatures— These Gentlewomen are— One would as soon assault a Plush… Or violate a Star—
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.