#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
