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Line 21-22 "Since then- 'tis Centuries-and yet Feels shorter than the Day"

She died centuries ago but she feels like it was only a couple days.

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Line 18-20 " A swelling of the Ground- The Roof was scarcely visible- The cornice-in the ground-"
The whole section is talking about the grave.

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Line 5- "The Carriage" in which the dead people are on.
Line 8- "His Civility"
Line 11- "Fields of Gazing Grain"

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Do you think you see the beauty or the worst of your life, before you die?

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The title we gave the poem was "a journey through life"

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Each seconds and fourth line of each stanza there is a slant rhyme.

Line 18 and 20 there's repetition with the word "ground".

There's a perfect rhyme in the beginning of the poem.

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Metaphor- line 18 "A swelling of the ground"

Line 4- Immortality= time
Line 8 - His Civility

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Stanza 3- "

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun – "

Line 17-19-  "A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible"

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The poem is about a journey to the after life that death is taking her to. Death is taking her on this passage to her death, even though she is already dead.

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

We slowly drove – He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility –

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess – in the Ring –
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –
We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us –
The Dews drew quivering and chill –
For only Gossamer, my Gown –
My Tippet – only Tulle –

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground –
The Roof was scarcely visible –
The Cornice – in the Ground –

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity