#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
601 A still—Volcano—Life— That flickered in the night— When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight—
52 Whether my bark went down at sea— Whether she met with gales— Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—