#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
904 Had I not This, or This, I said, Appealing to Myself, In moment of prosperity— Inadequate—were Life—
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity. Nor had I time to love, but since
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
98 One dignity delays for all— One mitred Afternoon— None can avoid this purple— None evade this Crown!
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
