#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
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.
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
