#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
565 One Anguish—in a Crowd— A Minor thing—it sounds— And yet, unto the single Doe Attempted of the Hounds
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
27 Morns like these—we parted— Noons like these—she rose— Fluttering first—then firmer To her fair repose.
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
263 Is all that pins the Soul That stands for Deity, to Mine, Upon my side the Veil— Once witnessed of the Gauze—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
