#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
LXVII If I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam,
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
