#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
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—
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
172 ’Tis so much joy! ’Tis so much jo… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I, Have ventured all upon a throw!
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!