#AmericanWriters
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
532 I tried to think a lonelier Thing Than any I had seen— Some Polar Expiation—An Omen in… Of Death’s tremendous nearness—
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—