#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
