#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
338 I know that He exists. Somewhere—in Silence— He has hid his rare life From our gross eyes.
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
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—
