#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
149 She went as quiet as the Dew From an Accustomed flower. Not like the Dew, did she return At the Accustomed hour!
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
