#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
‘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
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
To see her is a Picture— To hear her is a Tune— To know her an Intemperance As innocent as June— To know her not—Affliction—