#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
265 Where Ships of Purple—gently toss… On Seas of Daffodil— Fantastic Sailors—mingle— And then—the Wharf is still!
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
