#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
733 The Spirit is the Conscious Ear. We actually Hear When We inspect—that’s audible— That is admitted—Here—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
437 Prayer is the little implement Through which Men reach Where Presence—is denied them. They fling their Speech
