#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
479 She dealt her pretty words like B… How glittering they shone— And every One unbared a Nerve Or wantoned with a Bone—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
365 Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore
195 For this—accepted Breath— Through it—compete with Death— The fellow cannot touch this Crow… By it—my title take—
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
223 I Came to buy a smile—today— But just a single smile— The smallest one upon your face Will suit me just as well—
488 Myself was formed’—a Carpenter’— An unpretending time My Plane’—and I, together wrought Before a Builder came’—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
A Coffin—is a small Domain, Yet able to contain A Citizen of Paradise In it diminished Plane. A Grave—is a restricted Breadth—
For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ectasty. For each beloved hour
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
