#AmericanWriters
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
667 Bloom upon the Mountain’—stated’— Blameless of a Name’— Efflorescence of a Sunset’— Reproduced’—the same’—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…