#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
