#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
342 It will be Summer—eventually. Ladies—with parasols— Sauntering Gentlemen—with Canes— And little Girls—with Dolls—
It was not death, for I stood up, And all the dead lie down; It was not night, for all the bell… Put out their tongues, for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
