#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
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—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.