#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
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.
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
