#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
XVII WHEN night is almost done, And sunrise grows so near That we can touch the spaces, It ’s time to smooth the hair
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
