#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
945 This is a Blossom of the Brain— A small—italic Seed Lodged by Design or Happening The Spirit fructified—
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
God permit industrious angels Afternoons to play. I met one,—forgot my school-mates, All, for him, straightaway. God calls home the angels promptly
819 All I may, if small, Do it not display Larger for the Totalness— ’Tis Economy
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
335 ’Tis not that Dying hurts us so— ’Tis Living—hurts us more— But Dying—is a different way— A Kind behind the Door—
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
163 Tho’ my destiny be Fustian— Hers be damask fine— Tho’ she wear a silver apron— I, a less divine—
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
