#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
Water makes many Beds For those averse to sleep - Its awful chamber open stands - Its Curtains blandly sweep - Abhorrent is the Rest
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
The Sea said 'Come’ to the Brook… The Brook said 'Let me grow’ - The Sea said 'Then you will be a… I want a Brook - Come now’! The Sea said 'Go’ to the Sea -
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
