#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
88 As by the dead we love to sit, Become so wondrous dear— As for the lost we grapple Tho’ all the rest are here—
