#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
351 I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there— I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler—
669 No Romance sold unto Could so enthrall a Man As the perusal of His Individual One—
7 The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go— The Crocus—til she rises The Vassal of the snow—
XI MUCH madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. ’T is the majority
A PRECIOUS, mouldering pleasur… To meet an antique book, In just the dress his century wore… A privilege, I think, His venerable hand to take,
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
XXIV WHETHER my bark went down at se… Whether she met with gales, Whether to isles enchanted She bent her docile sails;
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
746 Never for Society He shall seek in vain— Who His own acquaintance Cultivate—Of Men
960 As plan for Noon and plan for Nig… So differ Life and Death In positive Prospective— The Foot upon the Earth
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
