#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
940 On that dear Frame the Years had… Yet precious as the House In which We first experienced Lig… The Witnessing, to Us—
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
The grave my little cottage is, Where 'Keeping house’ for thee I make my parlor orderly And lay the marble tea. For two divided, briefly,
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.