#AmericanWriters
517 He parts Himself’—like Leaves’— And then’—He closes up’— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup’—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—