#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
