#AmericanWriters
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity