#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
