#AmericanWriters
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—