#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
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…
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
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
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
XXXVI I NEVER hear the word “escape” Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude.
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
