#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
I died for beauty, but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
We don’t cry—Tim and I, We are far too grand— But we bolt the door tight To prevent a friend— Then we hide our brave face
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
