#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
