#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
Pain—has an Element of Blank— It cannot recollect When it begun—or if there were A time when it was not— It has no Future—but itself—
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
132 I bring an unaccustomed wine To lips long parching Next to mine, And summon them to drink;
101 Will there really be a “Morning”? Is there such a thing as “Day”? Could I see it from the mountains If I were as tall as they?
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
481 The Himmaleh was known to stoop Unto the Daisy low— Transported with Compassion That such a Doll should grow
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
