#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A long, long sleep, a famous sleep That makes no show for dawn By strech of limb or stir of lid,— An independent one. Was ever idleness like this?
760 Most she touched me by her mutenes… Most she won me by the way She presented her small figure— Plea itself—for Charity—
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
855 To own the Art within the Soul The Soul to entertain With Silence as a Company And Festival maintain
751 My Worthiness is all my Doubt— His Merit—all my fear— Contrasting which, my quality Do lowlier—appear—
I never hear the word 'escape’ Without a quicker blood, A sudden expectation, A flying attitude. I never hear of prisons broad
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
LVII EXCEPT the heaven had come so n… So seemed to choose my door, The distance would not haunt me so… I had not hoped before.
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
109 By a flower—By a letter— By a nimble love— If I weld the Rivet faster— Final fast—above—
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
Tie the strings to my life, my Lo… Then I am ready to go! Just a look at the horses— Rapid! That will do! Put me in on the firmest side,
312 Her—last Poems— Poets ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled Other,
292 If your Nerve, deny you— Go above your Nerve— He can lean against the Grave, If he fear to swerve—
