#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
947 Of Tolling Bell I ask the cause? “A Soul has gone to Heaven” I’m answered in a lonesome tone— Is Heaven then a Prison?
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity— The River reaches to my feet—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
893 Drab Habitation of Whom? Tabernacle or Tomb— Or Dome of Worm— Or Porch of Gnome—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
