#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
Tell as a Marksman - were forgot… Tell - this Day endures Ruddy as that coeval Apple The Tradition bears - Fresh as Mankind that humble stor…
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
STEP lightly on this narrow spot… The broadest land that grows Is not so ample as the breast These emerald seams enclose. Step lofty; for this name is told
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
975 The Mountain sat upon the Plain In his tremendous Chair— His observation omnifold, His inquest, everywhere—
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
