#Americans #Women #XIXCentury #CommonMeasure #Epigram
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
If you were coming in the fall, I’d brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spum, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year,
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
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,
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
