• Recollect the Face of me

    When in thy Felicity,

    Due in Paradise today

    Guest of mine assuredly —


    Other Courtesies have been —

    Other Courtesy may be —

    We commend ourselves to thee

    Paragon of Chivalry.



  • Soon as the gilded clouds of evening fly,

    And Luna lights her taper in the sky,

    The silent thought inspiring solemn scene

    Awakes my soul to all that it has been.

    I was the parent of the softest fair

    Who ere respir'd in wide Columbia's air;

    A transient glance of her love beaming eyes
    ...

  • So, the bank has bust it's boiler! And in six or seven year

    It will pay me all my money back -- of course!

    But the horse will perish waiting while the grass is germinating,

    And I reckon I'll be domething like the horse.


    There's the ploughing to be finished and the ploughmen want their pay,

    And I'd like to wire...

  • Into the wood - the dark, dark wood -

    Forth went the happy child;

    And, in its stillest solitude,

    Talked to herself, and smiled;

    And closer drew the scarlet Hood

    About her ringlets wild.


    And now at last she threads the maze,

    And now she need not fear;

    Frowning, she meets the...

  • Rehearsal to Ourselves

    Of a Withdrawn Delight —

    Affords a Bliss like Murder —

    Omnipotent — Acute —


    We will not drop the Dirk —

    Because We love the Wound

    The Dirk Commemorate — Itself

    Remind Us that we died.


  • WHEN my grave is broke up again
    Some second guest to entertain,
    —For graves have learn'd that woman-head,
    To be to more than one a bed—...

  • Remembrance has a Rear and Front —

    'Tis something like a House —

    It has a Garret also

    For Refuse and the Mouse.


    Besides the deepest Cellar

    That ever Mason laid —

    Look to it by its Fathoms

    Ourselves be not pursued —

  • Remorse is memory awake,

    Her companies astir,---

    A presence of departed acts

    At window and at door.


    It's past set down before the soul,

    And lighted with a match,

    Perusal to facilitate

    Of its condensed despatch.


    Remorse is cureless,---the disease

    Not even...