#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
468 The Manner of its Death When Certain it must die— ’Tis deemed a privilege to choose— ’Twas Major Andre’s Way—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
Some keep the Sabbath going to Ch… I keep it, staying at Home— With a Bobolink for a Chorister— And an Orchard, for a Dome— Some keep the Sabbath in Surplice…
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
Awake ye muses nine, sing me a str… Unwind the solemn twine, and tie m… Oh the Earth was made for lovers,… For sighing, and gentle whispering… All things do go a courting, in ea…
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,