#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
154 Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels—lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown.
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
711 Strong Draughts of Their Refresh… To drink—enables Mine Through Desert or the Wilderness As bore it Sealed Wine—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
397 When Diamonds are a Legend, And Diadems—a Tale— I Brooch and Earrings for Myself… Do sow, and Raise for sale—
