#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
