#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
358 If any sink, assure that this, now… Failed like Themselves—and consci… Grew by the Fact, and not the Und… How Weakness passed—or Force—aros…
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
863 That Distance was between Us That is not of Mile or Main— The Will it is that situates— Equator—never can—
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
874 They won’t frown always—some sweet… When I forget to tease— They’ll recollect how cold I look… And how I just said “Please.”
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
