#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The Beggar at the Door for Fame Were easily supplied But Bread is that Diviner thing Disclosed to be denied
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
There is no Silence in the Earth… As that endured Which uttered, would discourage N… And haunt the World.
No brigadier throughout the year So civic as the jay. A neighbor and a warrior too, With shrill felicity Pursuing winds that censure us
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
Is it too late to touch you, Dear… We this moment knew - Love Marine and Love terrene - Love celestial too -
800 Two—were immortal twice— The privilege of few— Eternity—obtained—in Time— Reversed Divinity’—
716 The Day undressed—Herself— Her Garter—was of Gold— Her Petticoat—of Purple plain— Her Dimities—as old
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
XLVII IS Heaven a physician? They say that He can heal; But medicine posthumous Is unavailable.
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
667 Bloom upon the Mountain—stated— Blameless of a Name— Efflorescence of a Sunset— Reproduced—the same—
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
500 Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel— Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As ’twere a travelling Mill—
