#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
