#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
Departed to the judgment, A mighty afternoon; Great clouds like ushers leaning, Creation looking on. The flesh surrendered, cancelled
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
