#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
1068 Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass.
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
267 Did we disobey Him? Just one time! Charged us to forget Him— But we couldn’t learn!
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
