#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
