#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
XXI HE ate and drank the precious wor… His spirit grew robust; He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was dust.
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
93 Went up a year this evening! I recollect it well! Amid no bells nor bravoes The bystanders will tell!
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
