#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
205 I should not dare to leave my frie… Because—because if he should die While I was gone—and I—too late— Should reach the Heart that wante…
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
247 What would I give to see his face… I’d give—I’d give my life—of cour… But that is not enough! Stop just a minute—let me think!
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
577 If I may have it, when it’s dead, I’ll be contented—so— If just as soon as Breath is out It shall belong to me—
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…
580 I gave myself to Him— And took Himself, for Pay, The solemn contract of a Life Was ratified, this way—
399 A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
824 [first version] The Wind begun to knead the Grass… As Women do a Dough— He flung a Hand full at the Plain…
377 To lose one’s faith—surpass The loss of an Estate— Because Estates can be Replenished—faith cannot—
