#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
I had been hungry all the years– My noon had come, to dine– I, trembling, drew the table near And touched the curious wine. ‘T was this on tables I had seen
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
After great pain, a formal feeling… The Nerves sit ceremonious, like… The stiff Heart questions was it… And Yesterday, or Centuries befor… The Feet, mechanical, go round—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
