#AmericanWriters
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,