#AmericanWriters
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
570 I could die’—to know’— ’Tis a trifling knowledge’— News-Boys salute the Door’— Carts’—joggle by’—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper