#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
383 Exhiliration—is within— There can no Outer Wine So royally intoxicate As that diviner Brand
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
To die—takes just a little while— They say it doesn't hurt— It's only fainter—by degrees— And then—it's out of sight— A darker Ribbon—for a Day—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
300 ‘Morning’—means 'Milking’—to the… Dawn’—to the Teneriffe’— Dice’—to the Maid’— Morning means just Risk’—to the L…
There’s a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons— That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes— Heavenly Hurt, it gives us—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
