#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
