#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
