#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
607 Of nearness to her sundered Thing… The Soul has special times— When Dimness—looks the Oddity— Distinctness—easy—se ems—
