#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
Dying at my music! Bubble! Bubble! Hold me till the Octave’s run! Quick! Burst the Windows! Ritardando!
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
