#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
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—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
