#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
