#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
330 The Juggler’s Hat her Country is… The Mountain Gorse—the Bee’s!
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
XXXIII DARE you see a soul at the white… Then crouch within the door. Red is the fire’s common tint; But when the vivid ore
One need not be a chamber to be ha… One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place. Far safer, of a midnight meeting
I bet with every Wind that blew Till Nature in chagrin Employed a Fact to visit me And scuttle my Balloon -
The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow - Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself
480 “Why do I love” You, Sir? Because— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer—Wherefore when He pass
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
286 That after Horror — that ’twas us… That passed the mouldering Pier — Just as the Granite Crumb let go… Our Savior, by a Hair —
128 Bring me the sunset in a cup, Reckon the morning’s flagons up And say how many Dew, Tell me how far the morning leaps—
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
