#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LV I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills
379 Rehearsal to Ourselves Of a Withdrawn Delight— Affords a Bliss like Murder— Omnipotent—Acute—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
50 I haven’t told my garden yet— Lest that should conquer me. I haven’t quite the strength now To break it to the Bee—
312 Her—“last Poems”— Poets—ended— Silver—perished—with her Tongue— Not on Record—bubbled other,
Presentiment is that long shadow o… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
68 Ambition cannot find him. Affection doesn’t know How many leagues of nowhere Lie between them now.
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
780 The Truth—is stirless— Other force—may be presumed to mov… This—then—is best for confidence— When oldest Cedars swerve—
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend— Or the most agonizing Spy— An Enemy—could send— Secure against its own—
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
When Memory is full Put on the perfect Lid - This Morning’s finest syllable Presumptuous Evening said -
