#AmericanWriters
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—