#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
673 The Love a Life can show Below Is but a filament, I know, Of that diviner thing That faints upon the face of Noon…
295 Unto like Story—Trouble has entic… How Kinsmen fell— Brothers and Sister—who preferred… And their young will
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
10 My wheel is in the dark! I cannot see a spoke Yet know its dripping feet Go round and round.
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
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,
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
66 So from the mould Scarlet and Gold Many a Bulb will rise— Hidden away, cunningly, From saga…
In snow thou comest - Thou shalt go with the resuming gr… The sweet derision of the crow, And Glee’s advancing sound. In fear thou comest -
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—