#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
