#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
672 The Future—never spoke— Nor will He—like the Dumb— Reveal by sign—a syllable Of His Profound To Come—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…