#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
326 I cannot dance upon my Toes’— No Man instructed me’— But oftentimes, among my mind, A Glee possesseth me,
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
264 A Weight with Needles on the poun… To push, and pierce, besides— That if the Flesh resist the Heft… The puncture—coolly tries—
825 An Hour is a Sea Between a few, and me— With them would Harbor be—
897 How fortunate the Grave— All Prizes to obtain— Successful certain, if at last, First Suitor not in vain.
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
