#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
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 darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
