#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
