#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The day came slow, till five o’clo… Then sprang before the hills, Like hindered rubies, or the light… A sudden musket spills. The purple could not keep the east…
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
