#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
55 By Chivalries as tiny, A Blossom, or a Book, The seeds of smiles are planted— Which blossom in the dark.
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
962 Midsummer, was it, when They died… A full, and perfect time— The Summer closed upon itself In Consummated Bloom—
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
574 My first well Day — since many il… I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my hands… And see the things in Pod —
880 The Bird must sing to earn the Cr… What merit have the Tune No Breakfast if it guaranty The Rose content may bloom
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
980 Purple—is fashionable twice— This season of the year, And when a soul perceives itself To be an Emperor.
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
