#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
97 The rainbow never tells me That gust and storm are by, Yet is she more convincing Than Philosophy.
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me. And frigates in the upper floor
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—