#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
261 Put up my lute! What of—my Music! Since the sole ear I cared to cha… Passive—as Granite—laps My Music…
641 Size circumscribes—it has no room For petty furniture— The Giant tolerates no Gnat For Ease of Gianture—
FORBIDDEN fruit a flavor has That lawful orchards mocks; How luscious lies the pea within The pod that Duty locks!
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
777 The Loneliness One dare not sound… And would as soon surmise As in its Grave go plumbing To ascertain the size—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
395 Reverse cannot befall That fine Prosperity Whose Sources are interior— As soon—Adversity
719 A South Wind—has a pathos Of individual Voice— As One detect on Landings An Emigrant’s address.
588 I cried at Pity—not at Pain— I heard a Woman say “Poor Child”—and something in her… Convicted me—of me—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
305 The difference between Despair And Fear—is like the One Between the instant of a Wreck And when the Wreck has been—
209 With thee, in the Desert— With thee in the thirst— With thee in the Tamarind wood— Leopard breathes—at last!
