#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
622 To know just how He suffered—woul… To know if any Human eyes were ne… To whom He could entrust His wave… Until it settle broad—on Paradise…
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
