#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
Warm in her Hand these accents li… While faithful and afar The Grace so awkward for her sake Its fond subjection wear -
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
To the bright east she flies, Brothers of Paradise Remit her home, Without a change of wings, Or Love’s convenient things,
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet