#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
635 I think the longest Hour of all Is when the Cars have come— And we are waiting for the Coach— It seems as though the Time
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
