#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
