#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
I know a place where summer strive… With such a practised frost, She each year leads her daisies ba… Recording briefly, ‘Lost.’ But when the south wind stirs the…
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
792 Through the strait pass of sufferi… The Martyrs—even—trod. Their feet—upon Temptations— Their faces—upon God—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
898 How happy I was if I could forget To remember how sad I am Would be an easy adversity But the recollecting of Bloom
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
836 Truth—is as old as God— His Twin identity And will endure as long as He A Co-Eternity—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
