#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
XIX PAIN has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not.
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
