#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
894 Of Consciousness, her awful Mate The Soul cannot be rid— As easy the secreting her Behind the Eyes of God.
I felt a cleaving in my mind As if my brain had split; I tried to match it, seam by seam, But could not make them fit. The thought behind I strove to jo…
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
XVIII READ, sweet, how others strove, Till we are stouter; What they renounced, Till we are less afraid;
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
964 “Unto Me?” I do not know you— Where may be your House? “I am Jesus—Late of Judea— Now—of Paradise”—
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
