#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
17 Baffled for just a day or two— Embarrassed—not afraid— Encounter in my garden An unexpected Maid.
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!