#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
769 One and One—are One— Two—be finished using— Well enough for schools— But for minor Choosing—
XXXIV WHO never lost, are unprepared A coronet to find; Who never thirsted, flagons And cooling tamarind.
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
A light exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here A color stands abroad
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
321 Of all the Sounds despatched abro… There’s not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boug… That phraseless Melody—
XXVIII I BRING an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching, next to min… And summon them to drink. Crackling with fever, they essay;
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
A narrow fellow in the grass Occasionally rides; You may have met him,—did you not, His notice sudden is. The grass divides as with a comb,
