#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
I saw the wind within her I knew it blew for me '— But she must buy my shelter I asked Humility
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
514 Her smile was shaped like other sm… The Dimples ran along— And still it hurt you, as some Bi… Did hoist herself, to sing,
On this wondrous sea Sailing silently, Ho! Pilot, ho! Knowest thou the shore Where no breakers roar—
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
