#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
734 If He were living—dare I ask— And how if He be dead— And so around the Words I went— Of meeting them—afraid—
XVII SHE rose to his requirement, drop… The playthings of her life To take the honorable work Of woman and of wife.
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
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 -
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
