Unit 2: Selection Vocabulary 4

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility

The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity

Since then—'tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity

He didn't have a naturally sunny disposition like she did and trips made him nervous.

He was busy catching fleas on himself and biting each one carefully between his teeth as if it were a delicacy.

"But nobody's killed," June Star said with disappointment as the grandmother limped out of the car, her hat still pinned to her head but the broken front brim standing up at a jaunty angle and the violet spray hanging off the side.

"I never was a bad boy that I remember of," The Misfit said in an almost dreamy voice, "but somewheres along the line I done something wrong and got sent to the penitentiary. I was buried alive," and he looked up and held her attention to him by a steady stare.

Bobby Lee and Hiram came ambling back from the woods.

In the background, across the lot, Dwayne and Frank sit on a cinderblock wall, waiting for the situation to resolve itself.

Dwayne watches bitterly—this is just one more fiasco he’s been dragged into.

Frank looks on wistfully as Sheryl—thirty yards away—glances worriedly between Richard and the Mechanic.

I just want everyone here to know I’m the preeminent Proust scholar in the United States.