#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
276 Many a phrase has the English lan… I have heard but one— Low as the laughter of the Cricke… Loud, as the Thunder’s Tongue—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
The dying need but little, dear,— A glass of water’s all, A flower’s unobtrusive face To punctuate the wall, A fan, perhaps, a friend’s regret,
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
