#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
