#AmericanWriters
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—