#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
801 I play at Riches—to appease The Clamoring for Gold— It kept me from a Thief, I think, For often, overbold
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
186 What shall I do—it whimpers so— This little Hound within the Hear… All day and night with bark and st… And yet, it will not go—
I measure every Grief I meet With narrow, probing, Eyes— I wonder if It weighs like Mine— Or has an Easier size. I wonder if They bore it long—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
