#AmericanWriters
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…
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
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.
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave