#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
