#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
522 Had I presumed to hope— The loss had been to Me A Value—for the Greatness’ Sake— As Giants—gone away—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
997 Crumbling is not an instant’s Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation’s processes Are organized Decays.
Proud of my broken heart, since th… Proud of the pain, I did not feel… Proud of my night, since thou, wit… Not to partake thy passion, –my hu… Thou can’st not boast, like Jesus…
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
