#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold—
Longing is like the Seed That wrestles in the Ground, Believing if it intercede It shall at length be found. The Hour, and the Clime -
375 The Angle of a Landscape— That every time I wake— Between my Curtain and the Wall Upon an ample Crack—
965 Denial—is the only fact Perceived by the Denied— Whose Will—a numb significance— The Day the Heaven died—
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
1545 The Bible is an antique Volume— Written by faded men At the suggestion of Holy Spectre… Subjects—Bethlehem&mdash ;
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
160 Just lost, when I was saved! Just felt the world go by! Just girt me for the onset with E… When breath blew back,
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
648 Promise This—When You be Dying— Some shall summon Me— Mine belong Your latest Sighing— Mine—to Belt Your Eye—
413 I never felt at Home–Below– And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home–I know– I don’t like Paradise–
If all the griefs I am to have Would only come today, I am so happy I believe They’d laugh and run away. If all the joys I am to have
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,