#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Years I had been from home, And now, before the door I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
21 We lose—because we win— Gamblers—recollecting which Toss their dice again!
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
32 When Roses cease to bloom, Sir, And Violets are done— When Bumblebees in solemn flight Have passed beyond the Sun—
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
You love the Lord—you cannot see— You write Him—every day— A little note—when you awake— And further in the Day. An Ample Letter—How you miss—
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
