#AmericanWriters
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
752 So the Eyes accost’—and sunder In an Audience’— Stamped’—occasionally’—forever’— So may Countenance
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.