#AmericanWriters
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
The Grass so little has to do ' A Sphere of simple Green ' With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain ' And stir all day to pretty Tunes
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—