#AmericanWriters
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
906 The Admirations’—and Contempts’—o… Show justest’—through an Open Tom… The Dying’—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—