#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
After great pain a formal feeling… The nerves sit ceremonious like to… The stiff Heart questions—was it… And yesterday—or centuries before? The feet, mechanical, go round
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
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,
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
