#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
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—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.