#AmericanWriters
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
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,
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.