#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured…
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
143 For every Bird a Nest— Wherefore in timid quest Some little Wren goes seeking rou… Wherefore when boughs are free—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
