#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
772 The hallowing of Pain Like hallowing of Heaven, Obtains at a corporeal cost— The Summit is not given
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
985 The Missing All’—prevented Me From missing minor Things. If nothing larger than a World’s Departure from a Hinge’—
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
