#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
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—
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
912 Peace is a fiction of our Faith— The Bells a Winter Night Bearing the Neighbor out of Sound That never did alight.
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
