#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
382 For Death—or rather For the Things 'twould buy— This—put away Life’s Opportunity—
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave… I will forget the light. When you have done pray tell me,
182 If I shouldn’t be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb.
133 As Children bid the Guest “Good… And then reluctant turn— My flowers raise their pretty lips… Then put their nightgowns on.
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
‘Heavenly Father’ - take to thee The supreme iniquity Fashioned by thy candid Hand In a moment contraband - Though to trust us - seems to us
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
