#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
644 You left me—Sire—two Legacies— A Legacy of Love A Heavenly Father would suffice Had He the offer of—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
