#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
236 If He dissolve – then – there is… Eclipse – at Midnight – It was dark – before – Sunset – at Easter –
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
