#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
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…
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
