#AmericanWriters
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
336 The face I carry with me’—last’— When I go out of Time’— To take my Rank’—by’—in the West’… That face’—will just be thine’—
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave