#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
147 Bless God, he went as soldiers, His musket on his breast— Grant God, he charge the bravest Of all the martial blest!
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
