#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
Your Riches—taught me—Poverty. Myself—a Millionaire In little Wealths, as Girls could… Till broad as Buenos Ayre— You drifted your Dominions—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
