#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
907 Till Death’—is narrow Loving’— The scantest Heart extant Will hold you till your privilege Of Finiteness’—be spent’—
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
903 I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me— Almost a loneliness.
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
