#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1510 How happy is the little Stone That rambles in the Road alone, And doesn’t care about Careers And Exigencies never fears—
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
THE Brain—is wider than the sky— For—put them side by side— The one the other will include With ease—and you—beside— The Brain is deeper than the sea—
91 So bashful when I spied her! So pretty—so ashamed! So hidden in her leaflets Lest anybody find—
636 The Way I read a Letter’s—this— ’Tis first—I lock the Door— And push it with my fingers—next— For transport it be sure—
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
311 It sifts from Leaden Sieves— It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road—
642 Me from Myself — to banish — Had I Art — Impregnable my Fortress Unto All Heart —
367 Over and over, like a Tune— The Recollection plays— Drums off the Phantom Battlements Cornets of Paradise—
