#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
222 When Katie walks, this simple pai… When Katie runs unwearied they fo… When Katie kneels, their loving h… Ah! Katie! Smile at Fortune, wit…
123 Many cross the Rhine In this cup of mine. Sip old Frankfort air From my brown Cigar.
Said Death to Passion ‘Give of thine an Acre unto me.’ Said Passion, through contracting… ‘A Thousand Times Thee Nay.’ Bore Death from Passion
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
I have no life but this, To lead it here; Nor any death, but lest Dispelled from there; Nor tie to earths to come,
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
525 I think the Hemlock likes to stan… Upon a Marge of Snow— It suits his own Austerity— And satisfies an awe
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
