#AmericanWriters
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—