#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Yesterday is History, ’Tis so far away - Yesterday is Poetry - ’Tis Philosophy - Yesterday is mystery -
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
872 As the Starved Maelstrom laps the… As the Vulture teased Forces the Broods in lonely Valle… As the Tiger eased
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—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
My life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
