#AmericanWriters
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
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,