#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
563 I could not prove the Years had f… Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past And Series that are done—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
921 If it had no pencil Would it try mine— Worn—now—and dull—sweet, Writing much to thee.
A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me Had I but further scanned
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
934 That is solemn we have ended Be it but a Play Or a Glee among the Garret Or a Holiday
451 The Outer—from the Inner Derives its Magnitude— ’Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood—
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
853 When One has given up One’s life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely the West
She could not live upon the Past The Present did not know her And so she sought this sweet at la… And nature gently owned her The mother that has not a knell
