#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
