#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
XXXVII LOVE is anterior to life, Posterior to death, Initial of creation, and The exponent of breath.
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
