#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
