#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
