#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
XXXVII For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
