#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea; Yet now I know how the heather lo… And what a wave must be. I never spoke with God,
