#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
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—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
