#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
504 You know that Portrait in the Moo… So tell me who ’tis like— The very Brow—the stooping eyes— A fog for—Say—Whose Sake?
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
610 You’ll find—it when you try to die… The Easier to let go— For recollecting such as went— You could not spare—you know.
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
660 ’Tis good—the looking back on Gri… To re-endure a Day— We thought the Mighty Funeral— Of All Conceived Joy—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
