#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
