#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
A Word dropped careless on a Page May stimulate an eye When folded in perpetual seam The Wrinkled Maker lie Infection in the sentence breeds
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
