#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
151 Mute thy Coronation— Meek my Vive le roi, Fold a tiny courtier In thine Ermine, Sir,
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
6 Frequently the wood are pink— Frequently are brown. Frequently the hills undress Behind my native town.
298 Alone, I cannot be— For Hosts—do visit me— Recordless Company— Who baffle Key—
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
339 I tend my flowers for thee— Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia’s Coral Seams Rip—while the Sower—dreams—
798 She staked her Feathers—Gained an… Debated—Rose again— This time—beyond the estimate Of Envy, or of Men—
