#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
