#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
Rearrange a “Wife’s” Affection! When they dislocate my Brain! Amputate my freckled Bosom! Make me bearded like a man! Blush, my spirit, in thy Fastness…
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
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
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
