#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XXIV A NARROW fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not? His notice sudden is.
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
632 The Brain—is wider than the Sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will contain With ease—and You—beside—
