#English #Women
TWO hands upon the breast, And labor’s done; Two pale feet crossed in rest— The race is won; Two eyes with coin-weights shut,
IF, in the silence of this lonely… With the street lamp pale flickeri… An angel were to whisper me, ‘Bel… It shall be given thee. Call!’—wh… And then I were to see thee glidi…
Down, down like a pale leaf droppi… Under an autumn sky, My love dropped into my bosom Quietly, quietly. There was not a ray of sunshine
LOUD-VOICED night, with the w… Many a tune; Stormy night, with white rain-clou… Over the moon; Mystic night, that each minute cha…
O the green things growing, the gr… The faint sweet smell of the green… I should like to live, whether I… Just to watch the happy life of my… O the fluttering and the pattering…
MY Christian name, my Christian… I never hear it now: None have the right to utter it, ‘T is lost, I scare know how. My worldly name the world speaks l…
IT is a moor Barren and treeless; lying high an… Beneath the archèd sky. The rush… Fly over it, each with his strong… And quiver full of whistling arrow…
SENT IN A LITTLE BOX. LET them lie, yes, let them lie, They’ll be dead to-morrow: Lift the lid up quietly As you’d lift the mystery
O THE long northern twilight bet… When the heat and the weariness of… When the hills grow dim as dreams,… Like that River of Life from out… O the weird northern twilight, whi…
THE great human whirlpool—'t is s… On! No time for shrieking out—sca… All toiling and moiling, some feeb… But each sees a fiend-face grim ov… Thus merrily live they in Vanity-…
February 23, 1858. BURIED to-day. When the soft green buds are burst… And up on the south wind comes a s… Of village boys and girls at play
At the Midsummer, when the hay wa… Said I mournful - Though my life… Bare lie my meadows all shorn befo… O’er my sere woodlands the leaves… It is the hot Midsummer, when the…
SOUL, spirit, genius—which thou… I know not, rose upon this mortal… Like the sun o’er the mountains, a… Seen large through mists of childi… And year by year with me uptravell…
REST—rest—four little letters, o… Enfolding an infinitude of bliss— Rest is upon the earth. The heavy… Hang poised in silent ether, motio… Seeking nor sun nor breeze. No re…
‘O HEART, my heart!’ she said,… His mate the blackbird calling, While through the sheen of the gar… May rain was softly falling,— Aye softly, softly falling.