#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
If ever the lid gets off my head And lets the brain away The fellow will go where he belong… Without a hint from me, And the world– if the world be lo…
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
475 Doom is the House without the Doo… ’Tis entered from the Sun— And then the Ladder’s thrown away… Because Escape—is done—
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
