#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
