#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
XCVI MY life closed twice before its c… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me,
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
