#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
926 Patience—has a quiet Outer— Patience—Look within— Is an Insect’s futile forces Infinites—between—
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
