#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
We grow accustomed to the Dark - When light is put away - As when the Neighbor holds the La… To witness her Goodbye - A Moment - We uncertain step
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
