#AmericanWriters
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—