#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
281 ’Tis so appalling—it exhilarates— So over Horror, it half Captivate… The Soul stares after it, secure— A Sepulchre, fears frost, no more…
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
735 Upon Concluded Lives There’s nothing cooler falls— Than Life’s sweet Calculations— The mixing Bells and Palls—
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
I meant to find her when I came; Death had the same design; But the success was his, it seems, And the discomfit mine. I meant to tell her how I longed
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
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,
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard— Till morning touching mountain—
