#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
The only ghost I ever saw Was dressed in mechlin,—so; He wore no sandal on his foot, And stepped like flakes of snow. His gait was soundless, like the b…
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
XXI 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.
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
159 A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa…
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
We like March, his shoes are purp… He is new and high; Makes he mud for dog and peddler, Makes he forest dry; Knows the adder’s tongue his comin…
