#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
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
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
414 ’Twas like a Maelstrom, with a no… That nearer, every Day, Kept narrowing its boiling Wheel Until the Agony
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
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,
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
