#AmericanWriters #FemaleWriters #XIXCentury
807 Expectation—is Contentment— Gain—Satiety— But Satiety—Conviction Of Necessity
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
They shut me up in Prose— As when a little Girl They put me in the Closet— Because they liked me “still”— Still! Could themself have peeped…
My River runs to thee’— Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply’— Oh Sea’—look graciously’— I’ll fetch thee Brooks
837 How well I knew Her not Whom not to know has been A Bounty in prospective, now Next Door to mine the Pain.
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
LIX I TOOK my power in my hand And went against the world; ’T was not so much as David had, But I was twice as bold.
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
859 A Doubt if it be Us Assists the staggering Mind In an extremer Anguish Until it footing find.
343 My Reward for Being, was This. My premium—My Bliss— An Admiralty, less— A Sceptre—penniless—
551 There is a Shame of Nobleness— Confronting Sudden Pelf— A finer Shame of Ecstasy— Convicted of Itself—
