#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
