#AmericanWriters
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
It's thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—