#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
535 She’s happy, with a new Content— That feels to her—like Sacrament— She’s busy—with an altered Care— As just apprenticed to the Air—
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
