Date: w. c. 1871, 1896
"Remembrance has a Rear and Front -- / 'Tis something like a House / It has a Garret also / For Refuse and the Mouse.."
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1897
"My mind feels like a Nesselrode pudding, cold, and stuffed with all sorts of things; but I’m certain, I sha’n’t ever forget the impression which the whole thing gives of magnificence and grandeur."
preview | full record— Nixon-Roulet, Mary F.
Date: 1900
"My mind felt like a measure with the feet marked on it, and no matter what I thought of that night, it had to be measured with the same rule.”
preview | full record— Flora MacDonald Denison (1867-1921)
Date: 1905
"Those hidden bonds are twined about the heart, / So that the captive wanders unconfined, / And has no sovereign but o'er his mind!"
preview | full record— Betham, Matilda (1776-1852)
Date: 1906
"Thy mind is like a mirror swung in space,/And whirling on a thread."
preview | full record— Troubetzkoy, Amélie Rives [Princess Troubetzkoy] (1863–1945)
Date: November 1914
"Sorrow like a ceaseless rain / Beats upon my heart."
preview | full record— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)
Date: November 1914
"All my thoughts are slow and brown."
preview | full record— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)
Date: 1914
"nd I know that just as the voice of Jesus was not heard, and is not heard, save here and there; just as the voice of Tolstoy is not heard, save here and there; and others great and small are lost in the great echoless desert of indifferentism, having produced little perceptible effect, so my voi...
preview | full record— de Cleyre, Voltairine (1866-1912)
Date: 1914
"I think with all his purity Emerson had within him the turbid stream of passion and desire; for all his hard-cut granite features he knew the instincts of the weakling and the slave; and for all his sweetness, he had the tiger and the jackal in his soul."
preview | full record— de Cleyre, Voltairine (1866-1912)
Date: 1921
"I know what my heart is like / Since your love died: / It is like a hollow ledge / Holding a little pool / Left there by the tide, / A little tepid pool, / Drying inward from the edge."
preview | full record— Millay, Edna St. Vincent (1892-1950)