#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
206 The Flower must not blame the Bee… That seeketh his felicity Too often at her door— But teach the Footman from Vevay—
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading—treading—till it see… That Sense was breaking through— And when they all were seated,
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
782 There is an arid Pleasure— As different from Joy— As Frost is different from Dew— Like element—are they—
I stepped from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea. I knew not but the next
I many times thought Peace had co… When Peace was far away’— As Wrecked Men’—deem they sight t… At Centre of the Sea’— And struggle slacker’—but to prove
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
