#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
