#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
