#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
