#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
VII WITHIN my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered through the village…
232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
