#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
124 In lands I never saw—they say Immortal Alps look down— Whose Bonnets touch the firmament… Whose Sandals touch the town—
My cocoon tightens, colors tease, I’m feeling for the air; A dim capacity for wings Degrades the dress I wear. A power of butterfly must be
Tell all the truth but tell it sla… Success in circuit lies, Too bright for our infirm delight The truth’s superb surprise; As lightning to the children eased
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
185 “Faith” is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
714 Rest at Night The Sun from shining, Nature—and some Men— Rest at Noon—some Men—
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
752 So the Eyes accost—and sunder In an Audience— Stamped—occasionally—forever— So may Countenance
616 I rose—because He sank— I thought it would be opposite— But when his power dropped— My Soul grew straight.
To my quick ear the leaves conferr… The bushes they were bells; I could not find a privacy From Nature’s sentinels. In cave if I presumed to hide,
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
174 At last, to be identified! At last, the lamps upon thy side The rest of Life to see! Past Midnight! Past the Morning…
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
803 Who Court obtain within Himself Sees every Man a King— And Poverty of Monarchy Is an interior thing—
