#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
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,
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
