#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
789 On a Columnar Self— How ample to rely In Tumult—or Extremity— How good the Certainty
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
