#AmericanWriters
816 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.
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
A Coffin’—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave’—is a restricted Breadth’…
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.