#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
192 Poor little Heart! Did they forget thee? Then dinna care! Then dinna care! Proud little Heart!
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
The pedigree of honey Does not concern the bee; A clover, any time, to him Is aristocracy.
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
762 The Whole of it came not at once— ’Twas Murder by degrees— A Thrust—and then for Life a chan… The Bliss to cauterize—
