#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
566 A Dying Tiger—moaned for Drink— I hunted all the Sand— I caught the Dripping of a Rock And bore it in my Hand—
139 Soul, Wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost indeed— But tens have won an all—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
199 I’m “wife”—I’ve finished that— That other state— I’m Czar—I’m “Woman” now— It’s safer so—
408 Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him—
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
432 Do People moulder equally, They bury, in the Grave? I do believe a Species As positively live
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
166 I met a King this afternoon! He had not on a Crown indeed, A little Palmleaf Hat was all, And he was barefoot, I’m afraid!
Of so divine a Loss We enter but the Gain, Indemnity for Loneliness That such a Bliss has been.
277 What if I say I shall not wait! What if I burst the fleshly Gate— And pass escaped—to thee! What if I file this Mortal—off—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
14 One Sister have I in our house, And one, a hedge away. There’s only one recorded, But both belong to me.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
