#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
988 The Definition of Beauty is That Definition is none— Of Heaven, easing Analysis, Since Heaven and He are one.
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
