#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
260 Read—Sweet—how others—strove— Till we—are stouter— What they—renounced— Till we—are less afraid—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
539 The Province of the Saved Should be the Art—To save— Through Skill obtained in Themsel… The Science of the Grave
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
