#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
224 I've nothing else—to bring, You k… So I keep bringing These— Just as the Night keeps fetching… To our familiar eyes—
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
