#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
’T IS so much joy! ’T is so much… If I should fail, what poverty! And yet, as poor as I Have ventured all upon a throw; Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
450 Dreams—are well—but Waking’s bett… If One wake at morn— If One wake at Midnight—better— Dreaming—of the Dawn—
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
932 My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word— The Stars that stated come to Tow… Esteemed Me never rude
486 I was the slightest in the House— I took the smallest Room— At night, my little Lamp, and Boo… And one Geranium—
The Soul selects her own Society— Then—shuts the Door— To her divine Majority— Present no more— Unmoved—she notes the Chariots—pa…
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
959 A loss of something ever felt I— The first that I could recollect Bereft I was—of what I knew not Too young that any should suspect
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
XLVII HEART, we will forget him! You and I, to—night! You may forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.
229 A Burdock—clawed my Gown— Not Burdock’s—blame— But mine— Who went too near
