#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
