#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away! ’Twas such a greedy, greedy wave
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
910 Experience is the Angled Road Preferred against the Mind By—Paradox—the Mind itself— Presuming it to lead
