#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
