#AmericanWriters
227 Teach Him’—When He makes the nam… Such an one’—to say’— On his babbling’—Berry’—lips’— As should sound’—to me’—
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!