#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
816 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.
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
