#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
677 To be alive—is Power— Existence—in itself— Without a further function— Omnipotence—Enough—
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
455 Triumph—may be of several kinds— There’s Triumph in the Room When that Old Imperator—Death— By Faith
41 I robbed the Woods— The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses
161 A feather from the Whippoorwill That everlasting—sings! Whose galleries—are Sunrise— Whose Opera—the Springs—
The Grass so little has to do— A Sphere of simple Green— With only Butterflies to brood And Bees to entertain— And stir all day to pretty Tunes
116 I had some things that I called m… And God, that he called his, Till, recently a rival Claim Disturbed these amities.
466 ’Tis little I—could care for Pear… Who own the ample sea— Or Brooches—when the Emperor— With Rubies—pelteth me—
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
A great Hope fell You heard no noise The Ruin was within Oh cunning wreck that told no tale And let no Witness in
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
