#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
697 I could bring You Jewels—had I a… But You have enough—of those— I could bring You Odors from St.… Colors—from Vera Cruz—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
