#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
871 The Sun and Moon must make their… The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned—
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
