#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
381 A Secret told— Ceases to be a Secret—then— A Secret—kept— That—can appal but One—
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
Abraham to kill him Was distinctly told’— Isaac was an Urchin’— Abraham was old’— Not a hesitation’—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
412 I read my sentence—steadily— Reviewed it with my eyes, To see that I made no mistake In its extremest clause—
243 I’ve known a Heaven, like a Tent— To wrap its shining Yards— Pluck up its stakes, and disappear… Without the sound of Boards
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
Whether they have forgotten Or are forgetting now Or never remembered - Safer not to know - Miseries of conjecture
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—