#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.