#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
282 How noteless Men, and Pleiads, st… Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the Eye—
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
A Sickness of this World it most… When Best Men die. A Wishfulness their far Condition To occupy. A Chief indifference, as Foreign
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
136 Have you got a Brook in your litt… Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drin… And shadows tremble so—
