#AmericanWriters
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
