#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
The Butterfly in honored Dust Assuredly will lie But none will pass the Catacomb So chastened as the Fly -
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
509 If anybody’s friend be dead It’s sharpest of the theme The thinking how they walked alive… At such and such a time—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
