#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
527 To put this World down, like a Bu… And walk steady, away, Requires Energy—possibly Agony— ’Tis the Scarlet way
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!