#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
175 I have never seen “Volcanoes”— But, when Travellers tell How those old—phlegmatic mountains Usually so still—
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
