#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
