#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
A door just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company. The door as sudden shut, and I,
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
