#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
