#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
778 This that would greet—an hour ago— Is quaintest Distance—now— Had it a Guest from Paradise— Nor glow, would it, nor bow—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
950 The Sunset stopped on Cottages Where Sunset hence must be For treason not of His, but Life’… Gone Westerly, Today—
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
428 Taking up the fair Ideal, Just to cast her down When a fracture—we discover— Or a splintered Crown—
811 The Veins of other Flowers The Scarlet Flowers are Till Nature leisure has for Terms As “Branch,” and “Jugular.”
Not with a club, the Heart is bro… Nor with a stone; A whip, so small you could not see… I’ve known To lash the magic creature
808 So set its Sun in Thee What Day be dark to me— What Distance—far— So I the Ships may see
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
130 These are the days when Birds com… A very few—a Bird or two— To take a backward look. These are the days when skies resu…
655 Without this—there is nought— All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird— Heard opposite the Sea—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”