#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
It dropped so low—in my Regard— I heard it hit the Ground— And go to pieces on the Stones At bottom of my Mind— Yet blamed the Fate that flung it…
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
