#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn’t hurt— It’s only fainter—by degrees— And then—it’s out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,