#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
134 Perhaps you’d like to buy a flower… But I could never sell— If you would like to borrow, Until the Daffodil
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
XLVIII THOUGH I get home how late, how… So I get home, ’t will compensate… Better will be the ecstasy That they have done expecting me,
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
