#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
931 Noon—is the Hinge of Day— Evening—the Tissue Door— Morning—the East compelling the s… Till all the World is ajar—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
