#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
Immured in Heaven! What a Cell! Let every Bondage be, Thou sweetest of the Universe, Like that which ravished thee!
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
183 I’ve heard an Organ talk, sometim… In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said— Yet held my breath, the while—
How slow the Wind - how slow the sea - how late their Fathers be!
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars –
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
