#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
