#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
“Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn, A mighty look runs round the Worl…
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
Nature rarer uses yellow Than another hue; Saves she all of that for sunsets,… Prodigal of blue, Spending scarlet like a woman,
