#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
415 Sunset at Night—is natural— But Sunset on the Dawn Reverses Nature—Master— So Midnight’s—due—at Noon.
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
’Twas Crisis—All the length had p… That dull—benumbing time There is in Fever or Event— And now the Chance had come— The instant holding in its claw
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
