#AmericanWriters
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.