#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
