#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
