Date: 1862
"My heart within me like a stone / Is numb'd too much for hopes or fears."
preview | full record— Rossetti, Christina (1830-1894)
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'?"
preview | full record— Dickinson, Emily (1830-1886)
Date: 1863
"May, united, love and duty / In my bosom be enshrined, / And reflect each other's beauty / In the mirror of my mind."
preview | full record— Daniel, George (1789-1864)
Date: 1864
"Look, now, I melt a gourd-fruit into mash, / Add honeycomb and pods, I have perceived, / Which bite like finches when they bill and kiss,-- / Then, when froth rises bladdery, drink up all, / Quick, quick, till maggots scamper through my brain; / Last, throw me on my back i' the seeded thyme, / A...
preview | full record— Browning, Robert (1812-1889)
Date: 1865
"Lilac and star and bird, twined with the chant of my soul, / With the holders holding my hand, nearing the call of the bird, / There in the fragrant pines, and the cedars dusk and dim."
preview | full record— Whitman, Walt (1819-1892)
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."
preview | full record— Bradstreet, Anne (1612-1672)
Date: 1868
"And images, that, in the musing mind, / As in a placid lake, lie mirrored and defined, / If ruffling winds along the surface stray, / Scatter'd and broken, pass like rack away"
preview | full record— Lyte, Henry Francis (1793-1847)
Date: 1868
"When Satan rules the simple heart / Jesus alone can drive him thence."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1868
"The fiend out of my soul to chase, / And plant Thy kingdom in its place."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles
Date: 1868
"The strong man arm'd this moment bind, / The bold usurper of Thy throne, / His armour seize, the carnal mind, / The unbelieving heart of stone, / Out of my flesh the evil tear, / And pluck my soul out of the snare."
preview | full record— Wesley, John and Charles