#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
307 The One who could repeat the Summ… Were greater than itself—though H… Minutest of Mankind should be— And He—could reproduce the Sun—
366 Although I put away his life— An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear… This might have been the Hand
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
612 It would have starved a Gnat— To live so small as I— And yet I was a living Child— With Food’s necessity
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
So much of Heaven has gone from E… That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints To Affidavit given. The Missionary to the Mole
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
She sweeps with many-colored broom… And leaves the shreds behind; Oh, housewife in the evening west, Come back, and dust the pond! You dropped a purple ravelling in,
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain All other hearts I knew. Tis true the drought is destitute But, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of san…
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
