#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
171 Wait till the Majesty of Death Invests so mean a brow! Almost a powdered Footman Might dare to touch it now!
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
969 He who in Himself believes— Fraud cannot presume— Faith is Constancy’s Result— And assumes—from Home—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
390 It’s coming—the postponeless Crea… It gains the Block—and now—it gai… Chooses its latch, from all the ot… Enters—with a “You know Me—Sir”?
597 It always felt to me—a wrong To that Old Moses—done— To let him see—the Canaan— Without the entering—
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
809 Unable are the Loved to die For Love is Immortality, Nay, it is Deity— Unable they that love—to die
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence