#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
966 All forgot for recollecting Just a paltry One— All forsook, for just a Stranger’… New Accompanying—
645 Bereavement in their death to feel Whom We have never seen— A Vital Kinsmanship import Our Soul and theirs—between—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,— Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged,
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
596 When I was small, a Woman died— Today—her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac— His face all Victory
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
