#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
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?
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry....
