#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
MY cocoon tightens, colors tease, I 'm feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
681 Soil of Flint, if steady tilled— Will refund by Hand— Seed of Palm, by Libyan Sun Fructified in Sand—
