#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
XV I know some lonely houses off the… A robber ’d like the look of,— Wooden barred, And windows hanging low,
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
765 You constituted Time— I deemed Eternity A Revelation of Yourself— ’Twas therefore Deity
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
