#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—