#AmericanWriters
538 ’Tis true—They shut me in the Col… But then—Themselves were warm And could not know the feeling ’tw… Forget it—Lord—of Them—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—