#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
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,
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
