#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
Growth of Man—like Growth of Nat… Gravitates within— Atmosphere, and Sun endorse it— Bit it stir—alone— Each—its difficult Ideal
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
A Wind that rose Though not a Leaf In any Forest stirred But with itself did cold engage Beyond the Realm of Bird -
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
60 Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal
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…
82 Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her—"pleiad"—in the woods
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
