#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
