#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
