#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
