#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The Snow that never drifts - The transient, fragrant snow That comes a single time a Year Is softly driving now - So thorough in the Tree
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
954 The Chemical conviction That Nought be lost Enable in Disaster My fractured Trust—
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done - Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none - Balked in the vastest instance
639 My Portion is Defeat—today— A paler luck than Victory— Less Paeans—fewer Bells— The Drums don’t follow Me—with tu…
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
87 A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
805 This Bauble was preferred of Bees… By Butterflies admired At Heavenly—Hopeless Distances— Was justified of Bird—
394 ’Twas Love’—not me’— Oh punish’—pray’— The Real one died for Thee’— Just Him’—not me’—
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—