#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
