#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
