#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
560 It knew no lapse, nor Diminuation… But large—serene— Burned on—until through Dissoluti… It failed from Men—
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
