#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LXIII TALK with prudence to a beggar Of “Potosi” and the mines! Reverently to the hungry Of your viands and your wines!
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
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…
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
