#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
270 One Life of so much Consequence! Yet I—for it—would pay— My Soul’s entire income— In ceaseless—salary—