#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
679 Conscious am I in my Chamber, Of a shapeless friend— He doth not attest by Posture— Nor Confirm—by Word—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
There cam a Wind like a Bugle - It quivered through the Grass And a Green Chill upon the Heat So ominous did pass We barred the Windows and the Doo…
LXI EACH life converges to some cent… Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal,
