#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
878 The Sun is gay or stark According to our Deed. If Merry, He is merrier— If eager for the Dead
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise. Three times, 't is said, a sinking… Comes up to face the skies, And then declines forever
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
774 It is a lonesome Glee— Yet sanctifies the Mind— With fair association— Afar upon the Wind
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
