#AmericanWriters #CommonMeasure #Epigram
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
Good night! which put the candle o… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent;
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
“Unto Me?” I do not know you’— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus’—Late of Judea’— Now’—of Paradise"'— Wagons’—have you’—to convey me?
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin