#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
Exhilaration is the Breeze That lifts us from the Ground And leaves us in another place Whose statement is not found - Returns us not, but after time
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
989 Gratitude—is not the mention Of a Tenderness, But its still appreciation Out of Plumb of Speech.
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—