#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
