#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
How Human Nature dotes On what it can’t detect. The moment that a Plot is plumbed Prospective is extinct - Prospective is the friend
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
I am afraid to own a Body - I am afraid to own a Soul - Profound– precarious Property – Possession, not optional - Double Estate - entailed at plea…
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
