#AmericanWriters
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
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,
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
599 There is a pain’—so utter’— It swallows substance up’— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”