#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
344 ’Twas the old—road—through pain— That unfrequented—One— With many a turn—and thorn— That stops—at Heaven—
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
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
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
