#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
918 Only a Shrine, but Mine— I made the Taper shine— Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may… Regard a Nun—
