#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
Going to him! Happy letter! Tell… Tell him the page I didn’t write; Tell him I only said the syntax, And left the verb and the pronoun… Tell him just how the fingers hurr…
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
