#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
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,
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
