#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
977 Besides this May We know There is Another— How fair
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
127 “Houses”—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
461 A Wife—at daybreak I shall be— Sunrise—Hast thou a Flag for me? At Midnight, I am but a Maid, How short it takes to make a Brid…
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
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—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
