#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
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
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—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
