#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
1763 Fame is a bee. It has a song— It has a sting— Ah, too, it has a wing.
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
LXVII A DEED knocks first at thought, And then it knocks at will. That is the manufacturing spot, And will at home and well.
887 We outgrow love, like other things And put it in the Drawer— Till it an Antique fashion shows— Like Costumes Grandsires wore.
340 Is Bliss then, such Abyss, I must not put my foot amiss For fear I spoil my shoe? I’d rather suit my foot
291 How the old Mountains drip with S… How the Hemlocks burn— How the Dun Brake is draped in C… By the Wizard Sun—
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
482 We Cover Thee—Sweet Face— Not that We tire of Thee— But that Thyself fatigue of Us— Remember—as Thou go—
519 ’Twas warm—at first—like Us— Until there crept upon A Chill—like frost upon a Glass— Till all the scene—be gone.
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
