#AmericanWriters
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense– the starkest Madness… ’Tis the Majority In this, as All, prevail -