#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
