#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority