#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
It is an honorable thought, And makes one lift one’s hat, As one encountered gentlefolk Upon a daily street, That we’ve immortal place,
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
