#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
523 Sweet—You forgot—but I remembered Every time—for Two— So that the Sum be never hindered Through Decay of You—
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
430 It would never be Common—more—I s… Difference—had begun— Many a bitterness—had been— But that old sort—was done—
111 The Bee is not afraid of me. I know the Butterfly. The pretty people in the Woods Receive me cordially—
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
469 The Red—Blaze—is the Morning— The Violet—is Noon— The Yellow—Day—is falling— And after that—is none—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair. Be its mattress straight,
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
He ate and drank the precious Wor… His Spirit grew robust— He knew no more that he was poor, Nor that his frame was Dust— He danced along the dingy Days
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
