#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
