#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
Oh Shadow on the Grass, Art thou a Step or not? Go make thee fair my Candidate My nominated Heart - Oh Shadow on the Grass
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
