#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
537 Me prove it now—Whoever doubt Me stop to prove it—now— Make haste—the Scruple! Death be… For Opportunity—
448 This was a Poet—It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings— And Attar so immense
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
698 Life—is what we make of it— Death—we do not know— Christ’s acquaintance with Him Justify Him—though—
283 A Mien to move a Queen— Half Child—Half Heroine— An Orleans in the Eye That puts its manner by
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
540 I took my Power in my Hand— And went against the World— ’Twas not so much as David—had— But I—was twice as bold—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
178 I cautious, scanned my little life… I winnowed what would fade From what would last till Heads l… Should be a-dreaming laid.
