#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
LXXXVIII HEAVEN is what I cannot reach! The apple on the tree, Provided it do hopeless hang, That “heaven” is, to me.
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
XXVI THE brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ’T were easier for you
