#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
Publication—is the Auction Of the Mind of Man— Poverty—be justifying For so foul a thing Possibly—but We—would rather
‘They have not chosen me,’ he said… ‘But I have chosen them!’ Brave’—Broken hearted statement’— Uttered in Bethlehem! I could not have told it,
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
