#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
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,
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
