#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
