#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
459 A Tooth upon Our Peace The Peace cannot deface— Then Wherefore be the Tooth? To vitalize the Grace—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
787 Such is the Force of Happiness— The Least—can lift a Ton Assisted by its stimulus— Who Misery—sustain—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
MINE enemy is growing old, I have at last revenge. The palate of the hate departs; If any would avenge, Let him be quick, the viand flits,
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
804 No Notice gave She, but a Change… No Message, but a Sigh— For Whom, the Time did not suffic… That She should specify.
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
498 I envy Seas, whereon He rides— I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey— I envy Crooked Hills
