#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
