#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
I never saw a moor; I never saw the sea, Yet know I how the heather looks And what a billow be. I never spoke with God,
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
972 Unfulfilled to Observation— Incomplete—to Eye— But to Faith—a Revolution In Locality—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
LXXXIII This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond — Invisible, as Music — But positive, as Sound —
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
