#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
