#AmericanWriters
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have