#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
833 Perhaps you think me stooping I’m not ashamed of that Christ—stooped until He touched t… Do those at Sacrament
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
294 The Doomed—regard the Sunrise With different Delight— Because—when next it burns abroad They doubt to witness it—
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
