#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
643 I could suffice for Him, I knew— He—could suffice for Me— Yet Hesitating Fractions—Both Surveyed Infinity—
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
XIV SOME things that fly there be,— Birds, hours, the bumble-bee: Of these no elegy. Some things that stay there be,—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
