#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
XXXII HOPE is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the wor… And never stops at all,
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
