#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
347 When Night is almost done— And Sunrise grows so near That we can touch the Spaces— It’s time to smooth the Hair—
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
600 It troubled me as once I was— For I was once a Child— Concluding how an Atom—fell— And yet the Heavens—held—
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
XXVIII A CHARM invests a face Imperfectly beheld,— The lady dare not lift her veil For fear it be dispelled.
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
