#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
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
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
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
928 The Heart has narrow Banks It measures like the Sea In mighty—unremitting Bass And Blue Monotony
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
