#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
My nosegays are for captives; Dim, long-expectant eyes, Fingers denied the plucking, Patient till paradise. To such, if they should whisper
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
816 A Death blow is a Life blow to S… Who till they died, did not alive… Who had they lived, had died but w… They died, Vitality begun.
571 Must be a Woe— A loss or so— To bend the eye Best Beauty’s way—
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
392 Through the Dark Sod—as Educatio… The Lily passes sure— Feels her white foot—no trepidatio… Her faith—no fear—
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
315 He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on— He stuns you by degrees—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
217 Savior! I’ve no one else to tell— And so I trouble thee. I am the one forgot thee so— Dost thou remember me?
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
693 Shells from the Coast mistaking— I cherished them for All— Happening in After Ages To entertain a Pearl—