#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
979 This Merit hath the worst— It cannot be again— When Fate hath taunted last And thrown Her furthest Stone—
378 I saw no Way—The Heavens were st… I felt the Columns close— The Earth reversed her Hemisphere… I touched the Universe—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
457 Sweet—safe—Houses—Glad—gay—House… Sealed so stately tight— Lids of Steel—on Lids of Marble— Locking Bare feet out—
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
483 A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe— And golden hang—while farther up— The Maker’s Ladders stop—
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
