#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
The Butterfly upon the Sky, That doesn’t know its Name And hasn’t any tax to pay And hasn’t any Home Is just as high as you and I,
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
202 My Eye is fuller than my vase— Her Cargo—is of Dew— And still—my Heart—my Eye outweig… East India—for you!
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
