#AmericanWriters
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
604 Unto my Books’—so good to turn’— Far ends of tired Days’— It half endears the Abstinence’— And Pain’—is missed’—in Praise’—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—