#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
883 The Poets light but Lamps— Themselves—go out— The Wicks they stimulate— If vital Light
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
