#AmericanWriters
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always