#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
29 If those I loved were lost The Crier’s voice would tell me— If those I loved were found The bells of Ghent would ring—
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
939 What I see not, I better see— Through Faith—my Hazel Eye Has periods of shutting— But, No lid has Memory—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
XXVII I’m Nobody! Who are you? Are you—Nobody—too? Then there’s a pair of us! Don’t tell! they’d advertise—you k…
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
