#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
120 If this is “fading” Oh let me immediately “fade”! If this is “dying” Bury me, in such a shroud of red!
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
XIX I STARTED early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me,
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
447 Could—I do more—for Thee— Wert Thou a Bumble Bee— Since for the Queen, have I— Nought but Bouquet?
Fame is a fickle food Upon a shifting plate Whose table once a Guest but not The second time is set.
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
8 There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man— It hurls its barbed syllables
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
