#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
717 The Beggar Lad—dies early— It’s Somewhat in the Cold— And Somewhat in the Trudging feet… And haply, in the World—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
234 You’re right—“the way is narrow”— And “difficult the Gate”— And “few there be”—Correct again— That “enter in—thereat”—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm. The eyes beside had wrung them dry…
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
