#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
XXII I GAVE myself to him, And took himself for pay. The solemn contract of a life Was ratified this way.
I found the phrase to every though… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun To races nurtured in the dark;—
515 No Crowd that has occurred Exhibit—I suppose That General Attendance That Resurrection—does—
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
