#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
An everywhere of silver, With ropes of sand To keep it from effacing The track called land.
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
GLEE! the great storm is over! Four have recovered the land; Forty gone down together Into the boiling sand. Ring, for the scant salvation!
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
497 He strained my faith— Did he find it supple? Shook my strong trust— Did it then—yield?
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
748 Autumn—overlooked my Knitting— Dyes—said He—have I— Could disparage a Flamingo— Show Me them—said I—
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
925 Struck, was I, not yet by Lightni… Lightning—lets away Power to perceive His Process With Vitality.
827 The Only News I know Is Bulletins all Day From Immortality. The Only Shows I see—
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
