#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
728 Let Us play Yesterday— I—the Girl at school— You—and Eternity—the Untold Tale—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
37 Before the ice is in the pools— Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by the snow—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
710 The Sunrise runs for Both— The East—Her Purple Troth Keeps with the Hill— The Noon unwinds Her Blue
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
674 The Soul that hath a Guest Doth seldom go abroad— Diviner Crowd at Home— Obliterate the need—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot