#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
