#AmericanWriters
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
Perhaps I asked too large— I take—no less than skies— For Earths, grow thick as Berries, in my native town— My Basked holds—just—Firmaments—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
427 I'll clutch — and clutch — Next — One — Might be the golden… Could take it — Diamonds — Wait —
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—