#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
A Counterfeit– a Plated Person… I would not be - Whatever strata of Iniquity My Nature underlie - Truth is good Health - and Safet…
271 A solemn thing—it was—I said— A woman—white—to be— And wear—if God should count me f… Her blameless mystery—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
464 The power to be true to You, Until upon my face The Judgment push his Picture— Presumptuous of Your Place—
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
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
