#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
949 Under the Light, yet under, Under the Grass and the Dirt, Under the Beetle’s Cellar Under the Clover’s Root,
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
I cannot live with You— It would be Life— And Life is over there— Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to—
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
