#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—