Date: c. 1862
"After great pain, a formal feeling comes -- / The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs -- / The stiff Heart questions 'was it He, that bore,' / And 'Yesterday, or Centuries before'?"
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Date: 1867
"This book by any yet unread, / I leave for you when I am dead, / That being gone, here you may find / What was your living mother's mind."
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Date: 1890
"Imps in eager caucus / Raffle for my soul."
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Date: 1890
"I've known her from an ample nation / Choose one; / Then close the valves of her attention / Like stone."
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Date: 1890
"To fight aloud is very brave, / But gallanter, I know, / Who charge within the bosom, / The cavalry of woe."
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Date: 1890
"The brain within its groove / Runs evenly and true."
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Date: 1890
"Have you got a brook in your little heart, / Where bashful flowers blow, / And blushing birds go down to drink, / And shadows tremble so?"
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Date: 1890
"The wizard-fingers never rest, / The purple brook within the breast / Still chafes its narrow bed."
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Date: 1890
"We noticed smallest things, / Things overlooked before, / By this great light upon our minds / Italicized, as 't were."
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Date: 1890
"The sweeping up the heart, / And putting love away / We shall not want to use again / Until eternity."
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