#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
253 You see I cannot see—your lifetim… I must guess— How many times it ache for me—toda… How many times for my far sake
71 A throe upon the features— A hurry in the breath— An ecstasy of parting Denominated “Death”—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
25 She slept beneath a tree— Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute— She recognized the foot—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
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…
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
685 Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
You said that I “was Great”'—one… Then “Great” it be’—if that pleas… Or Small’—or any size at all’— Nay’—I’m the size suit Thee’— Tall’—like the Stag’—would that?
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
