#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
VIII A wounded deer leaps highest, I ’ve heard the hunter tell; ’T is but the ecstasy of death, And then the brake is still.
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
