#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
Escape is such a thankful Word I often in the Night Consider it unto myself No spectacle in sight Escape - it is the Basket
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
XII I ASKED no other thing, No other was denied. I offered Being for it; The mighty merchant smiled.
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
