#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
