#AmericanWriters
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
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—
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.