#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
Let me not mar that perfect Dream By an Auroral stain But so adjust my daily Night That it will come again. Not when we know, the Power accos…
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars