#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,