#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
’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
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
