#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1000 The Fingers of the Light Tapped soft upon the Town With “I am great and cannot wait So therefore let me in.”
A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs— Whose Emerald Nest the Ages spin
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—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
I noticed People disappeared When but a little child - Supposed they visited remote Or settled Regions wild - But did because they died
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
