#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
329 So glad we are—a Stranger’d deem ’Twas sorry, that we were— For where the Holiday should be There publishes a Tear—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
CXII I FELT a funeral in my brain, And mourners, to and fro, Kept treading, treading, till it s… That sense was breaking through.
Renunciation—is a piercing Virtue… The letting go A Presence—for an Expectation— Not now— The putting out of Eyes—
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
