#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
936 This Dust, and its Feature— Accredited—Today—Will in a s… Cease to identify— This Mind, and its measure—
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
882 A Shade upon the mind there passe… As when on Noon A Cloud the mighty Sun encloses Remembering
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
589 The Night was wide, and furnished… With but a single Star— That often as a Cloud it met— Blew out itself—for fear—
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
