#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A drop fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook,
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
1670 In Winter in my Room I came upon a Worm— Pink, lank and warm— But as he was a worm
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…
The heart asks pleasure first And then, excuse from pain– And then, those little anodynes That deaden suffering; And then, to go to sleep;
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
The Work of Her that went, The Toil of Fellows done - In Ovens green our Mother bakes, By Fires of the Sun.
696 Their Height in Heaven comforts n… Their Glory—nought to me— ’Twas best imperfect—as it was— I’m finite—I can’t see—
The inundation of the Spring Enlarges every soul - It sweeps the tenement away But leaves the Water whole - In which the soul at first estrang…
830 To this World she returned. But with a tinge of that— A Compound manner, As a Sod
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
675 Essential Oilsare wrung The Attar from the Rose Be not expressed by Sunsalone It is the gift of Screws
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
