#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
970 Color — Caste — Denomination — These — are Time's Affair — Death's diviner Classifying Does not know they are —
153 Dust is the only Secret— Death, the only One You cannot find out all about In his “native town.”
334 All the letters I can write Are not fair as this— Syllables of Velvet— Sentences of Plush,
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
1034 His Bill an Auger is, His Head, a Cap and Frill. He laboreth at every Tree A Worm, His utmost Goal.
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
179 If I could bribe them by a Rose I’d bring them every flower that g… From Amherst to Cashmere! I would not stop for night, or sto…
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
The going from a world we know To one a wonder still Is like the child’s adversity Whose vista is a hill, Behind the hill is sorcery
349 I had the Glory—that will do— An Honor, Thought can turn her to When lesser Fames invite— With one long “Nay”—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
