#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
