#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
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
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
I hide myself within my flower, That wearing on your breast, You, unsuspecting, wear me too - And angels know the rest. I hide myself within my flower,
820 All Circumstances are the Frame In which His Face is set— All Latitudes exist for His Sufficient Continent—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
721 Behind Me’—dips Eternity’— Before Me’—Immortality’— Myself’—the Term between’— Death but the Drift of Eastern G…
982 No Other can reduce Our mortal Consequence Like the remembering it be nought A Period from hence
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
It struck me every day The lightning was as new As if the cloud that instant slit And let the fire through. It burned me in the night,
