#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…