#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
608 Afraid! Of whom am I afraid? Not Death—for who is He? The Porter of my Father’s Lodge As much abasheth me!
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
The brain within its groove Runs evenly and true; But let a splinter swerve, ‘T were easier for you To put the water back
LVIII PORTRAITS are to daily faces As an evening west To a fine, pedantic sunshine In a satin vest.
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
