#AmericanWriters
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
21 We lose’—because we win’— Gamblers’—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—