#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
359 I gained it so— By Climbing slow— By Catching at the Twigs that gro… Between the Bliss—and me—
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
XXXVIII THROUGH the straight pass of su… The martyrs even trod, Their feet upon temptation, Their faces upon God.
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
460 I know where Wells grow’—Droughtl… Deep dug’—for Summer days’— Where Mosses go no more away’— And Pebble’—safely plays’—
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
94 Angels, in the early morning May be seen the Dews among, Stooping—plucking—smiling&m da… Do the Buds to them belong?
LXXXIX A WORD is dead When it is said, Some say. I say it just
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
831 Dying! To be afraid of thee One must to thine Artillery Have left exposed a Friend— Than thine old Arrow is a Shot
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
