#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
March is the Month of Expectation… The things we do not know - The Persons of prognostication Are coming now - We try to show becoming firmness -
400 A Tongue—to tell Him I am true! Its fee—to be of Gold— Had Nature—in Her monstrous Hous… A single Ragged Child—
914 I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer— Magnitude
753 My Soul—accused me—And I quailed… As Tongue of Diamond had reviled All else accused me—and I smiled— My Soul—that Morning—was My frie…
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
453 Love—thou art high— I cannot climb thee— But, were it Two— Who know but we—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
