#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.