#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
