#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
