#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—