#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
190 He was weak, and I was strong—the… So He let me lead him in— I was weak, and He was strong the… So I let him lead me—Home.
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
How firm Eternity must look To crumbling men like me The only Adamant Estate In all Identity - How mighty to the insecure
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit