#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
