#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.