#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
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,
