#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
627 The Tint I cannot take—is best— The Color too remote That I could show it in Bazaar— A Guinea at a sight—
951 As Frost is best conceived By force of its Result— Affliction is inferred By subsequent effect—
200 I stole them from a Bee— Because—Thee— Sweet plea— He pardoned me!
423 The Months have ends—the Years—a… No Power can untie To stretch a little further A Skein of Misery—
“Sic transit gloria mundi,” “How doth the busy bee,” “Dum vivimus vivamus,” I stay mine enemy! Oh “veni, vidi, vici!”
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
The wind begun to rock the grass With threatening tunes and low,— He flung a menace at the earth, A menace at the sky. The leaves unhooked themselves fro…
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
When a Lover is a Beggar Abject is his Knee - When a Lover is an Owner Different is he - What he begged is then the Beggar…
92 My friend must be a Bird’— Because it flies! Mortal, my friend must be, Because it dies!
191 The Skies can’t keep their secret… They tell it to the Hills— The Hills just tell the Orchards— And they—the Daffodils!
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
