#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
If Nature smiles - the Mother mu… I’m sure, at many a whim Of Her eccentric Family - Is She so much to blame?
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
262 The lonesome for they know not Wh… The Eastern Exiles—be— Who strayed beyond the Amber line Some madder Holiday—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
