#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
215 What is – “Paradise” – Who live there – Are they “Farmers” – Do they “hoe” –
742 Four Trees—upon a solitary Acre— Without Design Or Order, or Apparent Action— Maintain—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
