#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
981 As Sleigh Bells seem in summer Or Bees, at Christmas show— So fairy—so fictitious The individuals do
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
These Fevered Days—to take them t… Where Waters cool around the moss… And shade is all that devastates t… Seems it sometimes this would be a…
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
506 He touched me, so I live to know That such a day, permitted so, I groped upon his breast— It was a boundless place to me
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
549 That I did always love I bring thee Proof That till I loved I never lived—Enough—