#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
