#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
This quiet dust was gentlemen and… And lads and girls; Was laughter and ability and sighi… And frocks and curls; This passive place a summer’s nimb…
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
634 You’ll know Her—by Her Foot— The smallest Gamboge Hand With Fingers—where the Toes shoul… Would more affront the Sand—
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…