#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
An Antiquated Tree Is cherished of the Crow Because that Junior Foliage is di… To venerable Birds Whose Corporation Coat
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
