#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
A little Snow was here and there Disseminated in her Hair - Since she and I had met and playe… Decade had gathered to Decade - But Time had added not obtained
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
