#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
