#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
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. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
