#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
850 I sing to use the Waiting My Bonnet but to tie And shut the Door unto my House No more to do have I
FATE slew him, but he did not dr… She felled’—he did not fall’— Impaled him on her fiercest stakes… He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm adv…
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird —reach it! Curve by Curve —Sweep by Sweep — Round the Steep Air — Danger! What is that to Her?
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
534 We see—Comparatively— The Thing so towering high We could not grasp its segment Unaided—Yesterday—
I DIED for beauty, but was scarc… Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was la… In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed…
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
370 Heaven is so far of the Mind That were the Mind dissolved— The Site—of it—by Architect Could not again be proved—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—