#AmericanWriters
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper