#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
838 Impossibility, like Wine Exhilarates the Man Who tastes it; Possibility Is flavorless—Combine
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
407 If What we could—were what we wou… Criterion—be small— It is the Ultimate of Talk— The Impotence to Tell—
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
