#AmericanWriters
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—