#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
To make a prairie it takes a clove… One clover, and a bee. And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
