#AmericanWriters
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.