#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself— Tastes Death—the first—to hand th…
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
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—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
