#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
732 She rose to His Requirement—dropt The Playthings of Her Life To take the honorable Work Of Woman, and of Wife—
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—