#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
604 Unto my Books—so good to turn— Far ends of tired Days— It half endears the Abstinence— And Pain—is missed—in Praise—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
Why – do they shut Me out of Heav… Did I sing – too loud? But – I can say a little “minor” Timid as a Bird! Wouldn’t the Angels try me –
633 When Bells stop ringing—Church—be… The Positive—of Bells— When Cogs—stop—that's Circumferen… The Ultimate—of Wheels.
906 The Admirations—and Contempts—of… Show justest—through an Open Tomb… The Dying—as it were a Height Reorganizes Estimate
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
