#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
