#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
