#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
Two butterflies went out at noon And waltzed above a stream, Then stepped straight through the… And rested on a beam; And then together bore away
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
