#AmericanWriters
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
UP with the sun, the breeze arose… Across the talking corn she goes, And smooth she rustles far and wid… Through all the voiceful countrysi… Through all the land her tale she…
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!