#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
