#AmericanWriters
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.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?