#AmericanWriters
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…