#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
