#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— and untouched by noon— Sleep the meek members of the Res… Rafter of Satin and Roof of Ston…
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
775 If Blame be my side’—forfeit Me’— But doom me not to forfeit Thee’— To forfeit Thee? The very name Is sentence from Belief’—and Hous…
61 Papa above! Regard a Mouse O’erpowered by the Cat! Reserve within thy kingdom
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
