#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
443 I tie my Hat—I crease my Shawl— Life’s little duties do—precisely— As the very least Were infinite—to me—
652 A Prison gets to be a friend— Between its Ponderous face And Ours—a Kinsmanship express— And in its narrow Eyes—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
IX THE heart asks pleasure first, And then, excuse from pain; And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering;
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.
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
187 How many times these low feet stag… Only the soldered mouth can tell— Try—can you stir the awful rivet— Try—can you lift the hasps of stee…
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
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,
