#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
