#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
A thought went up my mind to-day That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year, Nor where it went, nor why it came
189 It’s such a little thing to weep— So short a thing to sigh— And yet—by Trades—the size of the… We men and women die!
508 I’m ceded—I’ve stopped being Thei… The name They dropped upon my fac… With water, in the country church Is finished using, now,
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
To mend each tattered Faith There is a needle fair Though no appearance indicate ’Tis threaded in the Air And though it do not wear
356 The Day that I was crowned Was like the other Days— Until the Coronation came— And then—'twas Otherwise—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
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
957 As One does Sickness over In convalescent Mind, His scrutiny of Chances By blessed Health obscured—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
