#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
325 Of Tribulation, these are They, Denoted by the White— The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Ran… Of Victors—designate—
58 Delayed till she had ceased to kno… Delayed till in its vest of snow Her loving bosom lay— An hour behind the fleeting breath…
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
452 The Malay—took the Pearl— Not—I—the Earl— I—feared the Sea—too much Unsanctified—to touch—
992 The Dust behind I strove to join Unto the Disk before— But Sequence ravelled out of Soun… Like Balls upon a Floor—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
232 The Sun—just touched the Morning— The Morning—Happy thing— Supposed that He had come to dwel… And Life would all be Spring!
Her final summer was it, And yet we guessed it not; If tenderer industriousness Pervaded her, we thought A further force of life
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
