#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
