#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
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,
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away