#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
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,
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
