#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
