#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
140 An altered look about the hills— A Tyrian light the village fills— A wider sunrise in the morn— A deeper twilight on the lawn—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
I watched the Moon around the Hou… Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privile… And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
That only lasts an hour How much '— how little '— is Within our power
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
467 We do not play on Graves— Because there isn’t Room— Besides—it isn’t even—it slants And People come—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—