#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
SUCCESS is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple host
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
922 Those who have been in the Grave… Those who begin Today— Equally perish from our Practise— Death is the other way—
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
