#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
944 I learned—at least—what Home coul… How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of Covenant— How awkward at the Hymn
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
XLVI A THOUGHT went up my mind to—d… That I have had before, But did not finish,—some way back, I could not fix the year,
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
38 By such and such an offering To Mr. So and So, The web of live woven— So martyrs albums show!
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
638 To my small Hearth His fire came— And all my House aglow Did fan and rock, with sudden ligh… ’Twas Sunrise—'twas the Sky—
241 I like a look of Agony, Because I know it’s true— Men do not sham Convulsion, Nor simulate, a Throe—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
690 Victory comes late— And is held low to freezing lips— Too rapt with frost To take it—
CXI A DOOR just opened on a street— I, lost, was passing by— An instant’s width of warmth discl… And wealth, and company.
859 A doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
