#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
225 Jesus! thy Crucifix Enable thee to guess The smaller size! Jesus! thy second face
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
65 I can’t tell you—but you feel it— Nor can you tell me— Saints, with ravished slate and pe… Solve our April Day!
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
The Black Berry—wears a Thorn in… But no Man heard Him cry— He offers His Berry, just the sam… To Partridge—and to Boy— He sometimes holds upon the Fence…
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
