#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Each life converges to some centre Expressed or still; Exists in every human nature A goal, Admitted scarcely to itself, it ma…
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
By homely gift and hindered Words The human heart is told Of Nothing - ‘Nothing’ is the force That renovates the World -
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
89 Some things that fly there be— Birds—Hours—the Bumblebee— Of these no Elegy. Some things that stay there be—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
