#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me; I dare not eat it, though I starv… My poignant luxury To own it, touch it, prove the fea…
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory! From marshallings as simple
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
