#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
The Face we choose to miss - Be it but for a Day As absent as a Hundred Years, When it has rode away.
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Spring comes on the World - I sight the Aprils - Hueless to me until thou come As, till the Bee Blossoms stand negative,
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
Some Days retired from the rest In soft distinction lie The Day that a Companion came Or was obliged to die
Me! Come! My dazzled face In such a shining place! Me! Hear! My foreign ear The sounds of welcome near! The saints shall meet
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
Too cold is this To warm with Sun - Too stiff to bended be, To joint this Agate were a work - Outstaring Masonry -
590 Did you ever stand in a Cavern’s… Widths out of the Sun— And look—and shudder, and block yo… And deem to be alone
