#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
502 At least—to pray—is left—is left— Oh Jesus—in the Air— I know not which thy chamber is— I’m knocking—everywhere—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
952 A Man may make a Remark— In itself—a quiet thing That may furnish the Fuse unto a… In dormant nature—lain—
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
170 Portraits are to daily faces As an Evening West, To a fine, pedantic sunshine— In a satin Vest!
