#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
This is the land the sunset washes… These are the banks of the Yellow… Where it rose, or whither it rushe… These are the western mystery! Night after night her purple traff…
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
