#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
316 The Wind didn’t come from the Orc… Further than that— Nor stop to play with the Hay— Nor joggle a Hat—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
666 Ah, Teneriffe! Retreating Mountain! Purples of Ages—pause for you— Sunset—reviews her Sapphire Regim…
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
547 I’ve seen a Dying Eye Run round and round a Room— In search of Something—as it seem… Then Cloudier become—
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
582 Inconceivably solemn! Things go gay Pierce—by the very Press Of Imagery—
568 We learned the Whole of Love— The Alphabet—the Words— A Chapter—then the mighty Book— Then—Revelation closed—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
513 Like Flowers, that heard the news… But never deemed the dripping priz… Awaited their—low Brows— Or Bees—that thought the Summer’s…
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One