#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
369 She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away— Intending to return— But not so soon—
991 She sped as Petals of a Rose Offended by the Wind— A frail Aristocrat of Time Indemnity to find—
815 The Luxury to apprehend The Luxury 'twould be To look at Thee a single time An Epicure of Me
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step
445 ’Twas just this time, last year,… I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the Farms— It had the Tassels on—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
773 Deprived of other Banquet, I entertained Myself— At first—a scant nutrition— An insufficient Loaf—
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
501 This World is not Conclusion. A Species stands beyond— Invisible, as Music— But positive, as Sound—
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
Ended, ere it begun - The Title was scarcely told When the Preface perished from Co… The Story, unrevealed - Had it been mine, to print!
