#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
42 A Day! Help! Help! Another Day! Your prayers, oh Passer by! From such a common ball as this Might date a Victory!
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
IF I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
44 If she had been the Mistletoe And I had been the Rose— How gay upon your table My velvet life to close—
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
405 It might be lonelier Without the Loneliness— I’m so accustomed to my Fate— Perhaps the Other—Peace—
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
938 Fairer through Fading—as the Day Into the Darkness dips away— Half Her Complexion of the Sun— Hindering—Haunting—Perishing—
113 Our share of night to bear— Our share of morning— Our blank in bliss to fill Our blank in scorning—
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
