#AmericanWriters
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,