#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1100 The last Night that She lived It was a Common Night Except the Dying—this to Us Made Nature different
The butterfly obtains But little sympathy Though favorably mentioned In Entomology - Because he travels freely
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
783 The Birds begun at Four o’clock— Their period for Dawn— A Music numerous as space— But neighboring as Noon—
649 Her Sweet turn to leave the Homes… Came the Darker Way— Carriages—Be Sure—and Guests—too… But for Holiday
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
242 When we stand on the tops of Thin… And like the Trees, look down— The smoke all cleared away from it… And Mirrors on the scene—
76 Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses—past the headlands… Into deep Eternity—
929 How far is it to Heaven? As far as Death this way— Of River or of Ridge beyond Was no discovery.
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
79 Going to Heaven! I don’t know when— Pray do not ask me how! Indeed I’m too astonished
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
