Her final work was a poem eulogizing Joan of Arc, the peasant girl who took a very public role in organizing French military resistance to English domination in the early 15th century.

Her poem No. 1534 is a typical example of her eleven poetic epigrams.

Her best example is in her sequenced sonnet poem entitled Brother and Sister, in which each of the eleven sequenced sonnet ends with a couplet.

Her description in the poem is also related to Isis of Apuleius's Metamorphoses, but Isis was a figure of redemption and the Abyssinian maid cries out for her demon-lover.

Her willingness to capture sailing men is referred to in this citation from the Eddic poem Helgakviða Hundingsbana I where escaping the perils of the sea is referred to as escaping Rán:

Her middle name, Friday, corresponds to the 1887 version of the poem.

Her deed was committed to verse by William Wordsworth in his poem Grace Darling ( 1843 ).

Her long poem The Way of All the Earth or Woman of Kitezh ( Kitezhanka ) was published in complete form in 1965.

Her father liked the idea of having daughters named Olga and Tatiana, like the sisters in the famous poem.

Her death deeply affected him and he would later pay tribute to her in his 1948 poem " In Memory of Kathleen.

Her story is told in a poem of the Metrical Dindshenchas, which states that she died in 600 BCE.

* Richard Steele-The Procession: A poem on Her Majesties funeral

Her poem " The Grave of Keats " was published in the 1874 anthology Poems of Places, edited by former neighbor Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Her epitaph reads, " My soul has gained the freedom of the night " — the last line of the last poem in her 1927 collection.

Her most quoted poem is probably Dagen svalnar ... (" The Day Cools ...") which deals with feelings such as longing, fear, closeness and distance.

Merwin's poem, " The Chain to Her Leg ," published in the December 13, 2010 issue of The New Yorker.

Her graveside service in Valhalla, NY, consisted only of a reading of the poem " If " before Rand was buried beside her husband.

Her poem " Catholic " was selected by Lyn Hejinian for the 2004 volume of The Best American Poetry.

It was a popular enough ballad that another poem was written in reply, " Mad Maudlin's Search " or " Mad Maudlin's Search for Her Tom of Bedlam " ( the same Maud who was mentioned in the verse " With a thought I took for Maudlin / And a cruise of cockle pottage / With a thing thus tall, Sky bless you all / I befell into this dotage.

Her most famous poem, " Solitude ", was first published in the February 25, 1883 issue of The New York Sun.

Her poem " Jacques Cartier in Toronto " is featured on the back of the Canadian $ 100 bill released in 2004.

Her knowledge of the Ojibwe language and of Ojibwe legends, which she shared with Schoolcraft, formed in part the source material for Longfellow's epic poem, The Song of Hiawatha.

Her poem “ With Eyes at the Back of Our Heads ” established her reputation.

Her poem " To be a Jew in the Twentieth Century " ( 1944 ), on the theme of Judaism as a gift, was adopted by the American Reform and Reconstructionist movements for their prayer books, something Rukeyser said " astonished " her, as she had remained distant from Judaism throughout her early life.

Her face was very thin, and burned by the sun until much of the skin was dead and peeling, the new skin under it red and angry.

Her blond hair was frowzy, her dress torn in several places, and her shoes were so completely worn out that they were practically no protection.

Her form was silhouetted and with the strong light I could see the outlines of her body, a body that an artist or anyone else would have admired.

Her mouth, which had been so much in my thoughts, was warm and moist and tender.

Her heart, her maternal feeling, in fact her being was too busy expressing itself, as quietly thrilled by this sight of her Nicolas curled asleep under a blanket, in a park like a scene from Poussin.

Her white blond hair was clean and brushed long straight down to her shoulders.

Her thick hair was the color and texture of charcoal.

Her laugh was hard.

Her face was pale but set and her dark eyes smoldered with blame for Ben.

Her stern was down and a sharp list helped us to cut loose the lifeboat which dropped heavily into the water.

Her name was L'Turu and she told me many things.

( Her account was later confirmed by the Scobee-Frazier Expedition from the University of Manitoba in 1951.

Her mother was a good manager and established a millinery business in Milwaukee.

Her name was Esther Peter.

Her brother Karl was a very gentle soul, her mother was a quiet woman who said little but who had hard, probing eyes.

Her mother, now dead, was my good friend and when she came to tell us about her plans and to show off her ring I had a sobering wish to say something meaningful to her, something her mother would wish said.

Her action was involuntary.

Her name was Mollie.

Her speech was barren of southernisms ; ;

Her quarters were on the right as you walked into the building, and her small front room was clogged with heavy furniture -- a big, round, oak dining table and chairs, a buffet, with a row of unclaimed letters inserted between the mirror and its frame.

Her hair was dyed, and her bloom was fading, and she must have been crowding forty, but she seemed to be one of those women who cling to the manners and graces of a pretty child of eight.

Her voice was ripe and full and her teeth flashed again in Sicilian brilliance before the warm curved lips met and her mouth settled in repose.