#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
It sounded as if the Streets were… And then– the Streets stood stil… Eclipse - was all we could see at… And Awe - was all we could feel. By and by - the boldest stole out…
