#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
