#AmericanWriters
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
544 The Martyr Poets’—did not tell’— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate’—encourage Some…
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
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,
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face