#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
XLIX WE outgrow love like other things And put it in the drawer, Till it an antique fashion shows Like costumes grandsires wore.
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
881 I’ve none to tell me to but Thee So when Thou failest, nobody. It was a little tie— It just held Two, nor those it he…
963 A nearness to Tremendousness— An Agony procures— Affliction ranges Boundlessness— Vicinity to Laws
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
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,
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
