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She rose to his requirement, dropped The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife. If aught she missed in her new day Of amplitude, or awe, Or first prospective, or the gold…
No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One— ‘Tis Fiction’s—When ’tis small enough To Credit—’Tisn’t true!
My Faith is larger than the Hills— So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wheel To show the Sun the way— ‘Tis first He steps upon the Vane— And then—upon the Hill— And then abroad…
Me from Myself—to banish— Had I Art— Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart— But since Myself—assault Me— How have I peace Except by subjugating Consciousness? And since We’re mutual Monarch How this be Except by Abdication— Me—of Me?
It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering— And tho’ in soberer moments— No Moses there can be I’m satisfied—the Romance In point of injury— Surpasses sharper stated—…
I Beneath the vine-clad eaves, Whose shadows fall before Thy lowly cottage door Under the lilac’s tremulous leaves— Within thy snowy claspeed hand The purple flowers it bore.. Last eve in dreams, I saw thee stand, Like queenly nymphs…
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best Have gone to their eternal rest. There shrines and…
In these rapid, restless shadows, Once I walked at eventide, When a gentle, silent maiden, Walked in beauty at my side She alone there walked beside me All in beauty, like a bride. Pallidly the moon was shining On…
Elizabeth it is in vain you say “Love not” — thou sayest it in so sweet a way: In vain those words from thee or L. E. L. Zantippe’s talents had enforced so well: Ah! if that language from thy…
How shall the burial rite be read? The solemn song be sung ? The requiem for the loveliest dead, That ever died so young? II. Her friends are gazing on her, And on her gaudy bier, And weep…