#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
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—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—