#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
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,
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
884 As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land.
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…
