#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
842 Good to hide, and hear 'em hunt! Better, to be found, If one care to, that is, The Fox fits the Hound—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
631 Ourselves were wed one summer—dear… Your Vision—was in June— And when Your little Lifetime fai… I wearied—too—of mine—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
‘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
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
