#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
