#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
573 The Test of Love—is Death— Our Lord—"so loved"—it saith— What Largest Lover—hath Another—doth—
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
313 I should have been too glad, I se… Too lifted—for the scant degree Of Life’s penurious Round— My little Circuit would have sham…
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me– The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality. We slowly drove– He knew no haste
Silence is all we dread. There’s Ransom in a Voice - But Silence is Infinity. Himself have not a face.
474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”—
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
