#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
