#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
207 Tho’ I get home how late—how late… So I get home—’twill compensate— Better will be the Ecstasy That they have done expecting me—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
XXII I had no time to hate, because The grave would hinder me, And life was not so ample I Could finish enmity.
20 Distrustful of the Gentian— And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
731 “I want”—it pleaded—All its life— I want—was chief it said When Skill entreated it—the last— And when so newly dead—
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
915 Faith—is the Pierless Bridge Supporting what We see Unto the Scene that We do not— Too slender for the eye
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
