#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
I breathed enough to learn the tri… And now, removed from air, I simulate the breath so well, That one, to be quite sure The lungs are stirless, must desce…
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
