#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain