#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
346 Not probable—The barest Chance— A smile too few—a word too much And far from Heaven as the Rest— The Soul so close on Paradise—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
576 I prayed, at first, a little Girl… Because they told me to— But stopped, when qualified to gue… How prayer would feel—to me—
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
