#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
The sky is low, the clouds are mea… A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day
373 I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way— And so I deck, a little,
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
LXII A DROP fell on the apple tree Another on the roof; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh.
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
257 Delight is as the flight— Or in the Ratio of it, As the Schools would say— The Rainbow’s way—
606 The Trees like Tassels—hit—and sw… There seemed to rise a Tune From Miniature Creatures Accompanying the Sun—
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
682 ‘Twould ease—a Butterfly— Elate—a Bee— Thou’rt neither— Neither—thy capacity—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
244 It is easy to work when the soul i… But when the soul is in pain— The hearing him put his playthings… Makes work difficult—then—
I went to heaven,— ‘T was a small town, Lit with a ruby, Lathed with down. Stiller than the fields
