#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
