#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
There’s been a death in the opposi… As lately as to-day. I know it by the numb look Such houses have alway. The neighbors rustle in and out,
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
