#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
406 Some’—Work for Immortality’— The Chiefer part, for Time’— He’—Compensates’—immediately’— The former’—Checks’—on Fame’—
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
