#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt?
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
440 ’Tis customary as we part A trinket—to confer— It helps to stimulate the faith When Lovers be afar—
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
I dreaded that first robin so, But he is mastered now, And I’m accustomed to him grown,— He hurts a little, though. I thought if I could only live
The Devil—had he fidelity Would be the best friend— Because he has ability— But Devils cannot mend— Perfidy is the virtue
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
XLIII I LIKE to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step
The earth has many keys, Where melody is not Is the unknown peninsula. Beauty is nature’s fact. But witness for her land,
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
923 How the Waters closed above Him We shall never know— How He stretched His Anguish to… That—is covered too—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow