#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—