#AmericanWriters
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
