#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
“I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead— I could not deem it late—to hear
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
845 Be Mine the Doom— Sufficient Fame— To perish in Her Hand!
771 None can experience sting Who Bounty—have not known— The fact of Famine—could not be Except for Fact of Corn—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
199 I’m “wife”'—I’ve finished that’— That other state’— I’m Czar’—I’m “Woman” now’— It’s safer so’—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
659 That first Day, when you praised… And said that I was strong— And could be mighty, if I liked— That Day—the Days among—
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
