#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
