#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
