#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
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…
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
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—
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
823 Not that We did, shall be the tes… When Act and Will are done But what Our Lord infers We woul… Had We diviner been—
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
