#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
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,
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
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. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
