#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
624 Forever—it composed of Nows— ’Tis not a different time— Except for Infiniteness— And Latitude of Home—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
496 As far from pity, as complaint— As cool to speech—as stone— As numb to Revelation As if my Trade were Bone—
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
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…
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
The thought beneath so slight a fi… Is more distincly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows