#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
104 Where I have lost, I softer tread… I sow sweet flower from garden bed… I pause above that vanished head And mourn.
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
They say that ‘time assuages,’— Time never did assuage; An actual suffering strengthens, As sinews do, with age. Time is a test of trouble,
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
155 The Murmur of a Bee A Witchcraft—yieldeth me— If any ask me why— ’Twere easier to die—
The nearest dream recedes, unreali… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school-boy Invites the race;
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.