#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
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
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
