#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
