#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
802 Time feels so vast that were it no… For an Eternity— I fear me this Circumference Engross my Finity—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
74 A Lady red—amid the Hill Her annual secret keeps! A Lady white, within the Field In placid Lily sleeps!
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,