#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
201 Two swimmers wrestled on the spar— Until the morning sun— When One—turned smiling to the la… Oh God! the Other One!
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
703 Out of sight? What of that? See the Bird—reach it! Curve by Curve—Sweep by Sweep— Round the Steep Air—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
Elysium is as far as to The very nearest Room If in that Room a Friend await Felicity or Doom— What fortitude the Soul contains
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
657 I dwell in Possibility— A fairer House than Prose— More numerous of Windows— Superior—for Doors—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which…
350 They leave us with the Infinite. But He—is not a man— His fingers are the size of fists— His fists, the size of men—
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…
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
