#AmericanWriters
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
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,
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
684 Best Gains’—must have the Losses’… To constitute them’—Gains’—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
818 I could not drink it, Sweet, Till You had tasted first, Though cooler than the Water was The Thoughtfullness of Thirst.
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
