#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
740 You taught me Waiting with Myself… Appointment strictly kept’— You taught me fortitude of Fate’— This’—also’—I have learnt’—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
