#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
