#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
250 I shall keep singing! Birds will pass me On their way to Yellower Climes— Each—with a Robin’s expectation—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
23 I had a guinea golden— I lost it in the sand— And tho’ the sum was simple And pounds were in the land—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
