#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,