#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Remembrance has a Rear and Front… ’Tis something like a House - It has a Garret also For Refuse and the Mouse. Besides the deepest Cellar
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
978 It bloomed and dropt, a Single No… The Flower—distinct and Red— I, passing, thought another Noon Another in its stead
269 Bound—a trouble— And lives can bear it! Limit—how deep a bleeding go! So—many—drops—of vital scarlet—
908 ’Tis Sunrise—Little Maid—Hast T… No Station in the Day? ’Twas not thy wont, to hinder so— Retrieve thine industry—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
788 Joy to have merited the Pain— To merit the Release— Joy to have perished every step— To Compass Paradise—
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
695 As if the Sea should part And show a further Sea— And that—a further—and the Three But a presumption be—
784 Bereaved of all, I went abroad— No less bereaved was I Upon a New Peninsula— The Grave preceded me—
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
The Butterfly’s Assumption Gown In Chrysoprase Apartments hung This afternoon put on— How condescending to descend And be of Buttercups the friend
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
