#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—