#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
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—
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
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. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
