#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
152 The Sun kept stooping—stooping—lo… The Hills to meet him rose! On his side, what Transaction! On their side, what Repose!
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -