#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
835 Nature and God—I neither knew Yet Both so well knew me They startled, like Executors Of My identity.
268 Me, change! Me, alter! Then I will, when on the Everlast… A Smaller Purple grows— At sunset, or a lesser glow
DEAR March, come in! How glad I am! I looked for you before. Put down your hat— You must have walked—
722 Sweet Mountains—Ye tell me no lie… Never deny Me—Never fly— Those same unvarying Eyes Turn on Me—when I fail—or feign,
477 No Man can compass a Despair— As round a Goalless Road No faster than a Mile at once The Traveller proceed—
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky— A little purple—slipped between—
A clock stopped—not the mantel’s Geneva’s farthest skill Can’t put the puppet bowing That just now dangled still. An awe came on the trinket!
The Road was lit with Moon and st… The Trees were bright and still - Descried I - by the distant Ligh… A Traveller on a Hill - To magic Perpendiculars
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
Declaiming Waters none may dread… But Waters that are still Are so for that most fatal cause In Nature– they are full –
XXV Wild nights—Wild nights! Were I with thee Wild nights should be Our luxury!
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
