#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
961 Wert Thou but ill—that I might sh… How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention stop not on… Nor the least signal, Me assure—
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
184 A transport one cannot contain May yet a transport be— Though God forbid it lift the lid… Unto its Ecstasy!
705 Suspense—is Hostiler than Death— Death—tho’soever Broad, Is just Death, and cannot increas… Suspense—does not conclude –
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
