#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
5 I have a Bird in spring Which for myself doth sing— The spring decoys. And as the summer nears—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
