#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
Success is counted sweetest By those who ne’er succeed. To comprehend a nectar Requires sorest need. Not one of all the purple Host
II OUR share of night to bear, Our share of morning, Our blank in bliss to fill, Our blank in scorning.
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
103 I have a King, who does not speak… So—wondering—thro’ the hours meek I trudge the day away— Half glad when it is night, and sl…
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
617 Don’t put up my Thread and Needle… I’ll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle— Better Stitches—so—
421 A Charm invests a face Imperfectly beheld— The Lady dare not lift her Veil For fear it be dispelled—
676 Least Bee that brew— A Honey’s Weight Content Her smallest fraction hel… The Amber Quantity—
39 It did not surprise me— So I said—or thought— She will stir her pinions And the nest forgot,
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop