#AmericanWriters
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—