#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
A toad can die of light! Death is the common right Of toads and men,— Of earl and midge The privilege.
I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pearl; Not all the vats upon the Rhine Yield such an alcohol! Inebriate of air am I,
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
