#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
368 How sick—to wait—in any place—but… I knew last night—when someone tri… Thinking—perhaps—that I looked ti… Or breaking—almost—with unspoken p…
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
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,
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
