#AmericanWriters
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
345 Funny’—to be a Century’— And see the People’—going by’— I’—should die of the Oddity’— But then’—I’m not so staid’—as He…
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand