#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
