#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
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,
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
157 Musicians wrestle everywhere— All day—among the crowded air I hear the silver strife— And—walking—long before the morn—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
