#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
688 “Speech”—is a prank of Parliament… “Tears”—is a trick of the nerve— But the Heart with the heaviest f… Doesn't—always—move—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
834 Before He comes we weigh the Time… ’Tis Heavy and ’tis Light. When He depart, an Emptiness Is the prevailing Freight.
603 He found my Being—set it up— Adjusted it to place— Then carved his name—upon it— And bade it to the East
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
59 A little East of Jordan, Evangelists record, A Gymnast and an Angel Did wrestle long and hard—
221 It can’t be “Summer”! That—got through! It’s early—yet—for “Spring”! There’s that long town of White—t…
How fits his Umber Coat The Tailor of the Nut? Combined without a seam Like Raiment of a Dream - Who spun the Auburn Cloth?
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
96 Sexton! My Master’s sleeping here… Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird’s nest, And sow the Early seed—
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
