#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
763 He told a homely tale And spotted it with tears— Upon his infant face was set The Cicatrice of years—
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
844 Spring is the Period Express from God. Among the other seasons Himself abide,
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
This was a Poet —It is That Distills amazing sense From ordinary Meanings — And Attar so immense From the familiar species
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
619 Glee—The great storm is over— Four—have recovered the Land— Forty gone down together— Into the boiling Sand.
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind. The vane a little to the east