#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
As from the earth the light Ballo… Asks nothing but release - Ascension that for which it was, Its soaring Residence. The spirit looks upon the Dust
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
