#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XXXIX I MEANT to have but modest need… Such as content, and heaven; Within my income these could lie, And life and I keep even.
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
83 Heart, not so heavy as mine Wending late home— As it passed my window Whistled itself a tune—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
Remorse– is Memory– awake - Her Parties all astir - A Presence of Departed Acts - At window– and at Door – Its Past - set down before the S…
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
MINE by the right of the white e… Mine by the royal seal! Mine by the sign in the scarlet pr… Bars cannot conceal! Mine, here in vision and in veto!
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
