#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
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
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
822 This Consciousness that is aware Of Neighbors and the Sun Will be the one aware of Death And that itself alone
