#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
625 ’Twas a long Parting—but the time For Interview—had Come— Before the Judgment Seat of God— The last—and second time
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
54 If I should die, And you should live— And time should gurgle on— And morn should beam—
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -