#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied