#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
99 New feet within my garden go— New fingers stir the sod— A Troubadour upon the Elm Betrays the solitude.
24 There is a morn by men unseen— Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May— And all day long, with dance and g…
A little Dog that wags his tail And knows no other joy Of such a little Dog am I Reminded by a Boy Who gambols all the living Day
XXXI I FOUND the phrase to every tho… I ever had, but one; And that defies me,—as a hand Did try to chalk the sun
456 So well that I can live without— I love thee—then How well is that… As well as Jesus? Prove it me
XX ARCTURUS is his other name,— I ’d rather call him star! It ’s so unkind of science To go and interfere!
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
180 As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem— Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
Air has no Residence, no Neighbor… No Ear, no Door, No Apprehension of Another Oh, Happy Air! Ethereal Guest at e’en an Outcast…
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
531 We dream—it is good we are dreamin… It would hurt us—were we awake— But since it is playing—kill us, And we are playing—shriek—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
43 Could live—did live— Could die—did die— Could smile upon the whole Through faith in one he met not,
