#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
476 I meant to have but modest needs— Such as Content—and Heaven— Within my income—these could lie And Life and I—keep even—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there - Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature’s home -
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
XXXIV NATURE is what we see, The Hill, the Afternoon— Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee… Nay—Nature is Heaven.
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
587 Empty my Heart, of Thee— Its single Artery— Begin, and leave Thee out— Simply Extinction’s Date—
569 I reckon—when I count at all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
707 The Grace—Myself—might not obtain… Confer upon My flower— Refracted but a Countenance— For I—inhabit Her—
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself