#AmericanWriters
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
631 Ourselves were wed one summer’—dea… Your Vision’—was in June’— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied’—too’—of mine’—
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…