#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen