#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
799 Despair’s advantage is achieved By suffering—Despair— To be assisted of Reverse One must Reverse have bore—
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
