#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Part One: Life LIII GOD gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv…
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
984 ’Tis Anguish grander than Delight ’Tis Resurrection Pain— The meeting Bands of smitten Face We questioned to, again.
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
817 Given in Marriage unto Thee Oh thou Celestial Host— Bride of the Father and the Son Bride of the Holy Ghost.
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away