Titles of Anne Whitney
Alas! and yesternight I woke in terror,All's to gain...And for that thou art Beauty, and thy name...AppledoreC. L'E.ContinenceDarkness surrounds me with its phantom hosts...Dim Eden of delight...DominiqueFrom all these mounds, though day blows fresh and warm,Half AwakeI dreamed an angel, Angel twice, through death...I know this spirit bridges unknown space...In the still hours, a stiller strength was bornJoyK. F.Largess from seven-fold heavens, I pray, descend...Loud heart, that sleep'st when the world's awake,MemoryNightNo slight caprice rules thee. -- Who sounds one note...O fair mistrust of earth's more solid shows...O high-born souls, such as God sends to mould...O Mankind's God! most silent and most lowlyO night, a terrible dismay still lurks...Of better fortune coming, then, talk not...ReasonablenessSeasideSo reed-like fragile, in the world's whirl nought...Stoop low, dear Night, a little star-breeze wakesThe Grave-DiggerThe Passion FlowerThe Same (Might we make quest ...)The Same (Twas then we said...)The Way AppointedThe Wild Plum TreeThou seem'st to solve the eternal unity...To The SameTo The SpiritTwo StanzasWithin my life another life runs deep,Yet are there sunbeams, though the kingly sun...