#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
