#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—