#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
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 –
148 All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of “Currer Bell” In quiet “Haworth” laid.
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
