#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
Shall I take thee, the Poet said To the propounded word? Be stationed with the Candidates Till I have finer tried— The Poet searched Philology
832 Soto! Explore thyself! Therein thyself shalt find The “Undiscovered Continent”— No Settler had the Mind.
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
107 ’Twas such a little—little boat That toddled down the bay! ’Twas such a gallant—gallant sea That beckoned it away!
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
544 The Martyr Poets—did not tell— But wrought their Pang in syllabl… That when their mortal name be num… Their mortal fate—encourage Some—
546 To fill a Gap Insert the Thing that caused it— Block it up With Other—and 'twill yawn the mo…
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
920 We can but follow to the Sun— As oft as He go down He leave Ourselves a Sphere behin… ’Tis mostly—following—
