#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
The spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands— And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl—unwinds— He plies from Nought to Nought—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
