#AmericanWriters
430 It would never be Common — more —… Difference — had begun — Many a bitterness — had been — But that old sort — was done —
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!