#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
958 We met as Sparks—Diverging Flint… Sent various—scattered ways— We parted as the Central Flint Were cloven with an Adze—
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
