#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
