#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
239 “Heaven”—is what I cannot reach! The Apple on the Tree— Provided it do hopeless—hang— That—"He aven" is—to Me!
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
422 More Life—went out—when He went Than Ordinary Breath— Lit with a finer Phosphor— Requiring in the Quench—
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
396 There is a Languor of the Life More imminent than Pain— ’Tis Pain’s Successor—When the S… Has suffered all it can—
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
