#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
