#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
865 He outstripped Time with but a Bo… He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
