#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
542 I had no Cause to be awake— My Best—was gone to sleep— And Morn a new politeness took— And failed to wake them up—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
