#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
528 Mine—by the Right of the White E… Mine—by the Royal Seal! Mine—by the sign in the Scarlet p… Bars—cannot conceal!
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
776 The Color of a Queen, is this— The Color of a Sun At setting—this and Amber— Beryl—and this, at Noon—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
XLI THE soul unto itself Is an imperial friend,— Or the most agonizing spy An enemy could send.
On my volcano grows the Grass A meditative spot - An acre for a Bird to choose Would be the General thought - How red the Fire rocks below -
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
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 Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
