#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
XLII SURGEONS must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the culprit,—Life!
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
779 The Service without Hope— Is tenderest, I think— Because ’tis unsustained By stint—Rewarded Work—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
