#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
