#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
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
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
XIII THE soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more.
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
237 I think just how my shape will ris… When I shall be “forgiven”— Till Hair—and Eyes—and timid Hea… Are out of sight—in Heaven—
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
892 Who occupies this House? A Stranger I must judge Since No one know His Circumstan… ’Tis well the name and age
