#AmericanWriters
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
371 A precious’—mouldering pleasure’—'… To meet an Antique Book’— In just the Dress his Century wor… A privilege’—I think’—
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead