#AmericanWriters
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!