#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.