#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
