#AmericanWriters
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,