#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
678 Wolfe demanded during dying “Which obtain the Day”? “General, the British”—"Easy” Answered Wolfe “to die”
637 The Child’s faith is new— Whole—like His Principle— Wide—like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes—
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
462 Why make it doubt — it hurts it so… So sick — to guess — So strong — to know — So brave — upon its little Bed
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
