#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
