#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
