#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.