#AmericanWriters
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend