#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
His voice decrepit was with Joy - Her words did totter so How old the News of Love must be To make Lips elderly That purled a moment since with G…
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
69 Low at my problem bending, Another problem comes— Larger than mine—Serener— Involving statelier sums.
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
552 An ignorance a Sunset Confer upon the Eye— Of Territory—Color— Circumference&mda sh;Decay—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
999 Superfluous were the Sun When Excellence be dead He were superfluous every Day For every Day be said
1035 Bee! I’m expecting you! Was saying Yesterday To Somebody you know That you were due—
