#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
He fumbles at your spirit As players at the keys Before they drop full music on; He stuns you by degrees, Prepares your brittle substance
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
866 Fame is the tine that Scholars le… Upon their Setting Names— The Iris not of Occident That disappears as comes—
806 A Planted Life—diversified With Gold and Silver Pain To prove the presence of the Ore In Particles—'tis when
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
167 To learn the Transport by the Pai… As Blind Men learn the sun! To die of thirst—suspecting That Brooks in Meadows run!
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
LXXXVI A LADY red upon the hill Her annual secret keeps; A lady white within the field In placid lily sleeps!
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
555 Trust in the Unexpected— By this—was William Kidd Persuaded of the Buried Gold— As One had testified—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
A House upon the Height— That Wagon never reached— No Dead, were ever carried down— No Peddler’s Cart—approached— Whose Chimney never smoked—
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
81 We should not mind so small a flow… Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back to the Lawn again.