#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
High from the earth I heard a bir… He trod upon the trees As he esteemed them trifles, And then he spied a breeze, And situated softly
309 For largest Woman’s Hearth I kne… ’Tis little I can do— And yet the largest Woman’s Heart Could hold an Arrow—too—
724 It’s easy to invent a Life— God does it—every Day— Creation—but the Gambol Of His Authority—
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
755 No Bobolink—reverse His Singing When the only Tree Ever He minded occupying By the Farmer be—
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
Dare you see a Soul at the White… Then crouch within the door— Red—is the Fire’s common tint— But when the vivid Ore Has vanquished Flame’s conditions…
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
888 When I have seen the Sun emerge From His amazing House— And leave a Day at every Door A Deed, in every place—
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
296 One Year ago—jots what? God—spell the word! I—can’t— Was’t Grace? Not that— Was’t Glory? That—will do—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
924 Love—is that later Thing than Dea… More previous—than Life— Confirms it at its entrance—And Usurps it—of itself—
