#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
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…
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
31 Summer for thee, grant I may be When Summer days are flown! Thy music still, when Whipporwill And Oriole—are done!
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
