#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
15 The Guest is gold and crimson— An Opal guest and gray— Of Ermine is his doublet— His Capuchin gay—
Judgment is justest When the Judged, His action laid away, Divested is of every Disk But his sincerity.
756 One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging—satisfied— For this enchanted size—
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
826 Love reckons by itself—alone— “As large as I”—relate the Sun To One who never felt it blaze— Itself is all the like it has—
Are Friends Delight or Pain? Could Bounty but remain Riches were good - But if they only stay Ampler to fly away
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
