#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
