#AmericanWriters
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
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…
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—