#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
796 Who Giants know, with lesser Men Are incomplete, and shy— For Greatness, that is ill at eas… In minor Company—
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
559 It knew no Medicine— It was not Sickness—then— Nor any need of Surgery— And therefore—'twas not Pain—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
614 In falling Timbers buried— There breathed a Man— Outside—the spades—were plying— The Lungs—within—
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—
193 I shall know why—when Time is ove… And I have ceased to wonder why— Christ will explain each separate… In the fair schoolroom of the sky—
XL I NEVER lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod; Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
