#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
553 One Crucifixion is recorded—only— How many be Is not affirmed of Mathematics— Or History—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
A lane of Yellow led the eye Unto a Purple Wood Whose soft inhabitants to be Surpasses solitude If Bird the silence contradict
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
767 To offer brave assistance To Lives that stand alone— When One has failed to stop them— Is Human—but Divine
