#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
They dropped like flakes, they dro… Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless gras…
420 You’ll know it—as you know ’tis N… By Glory— As you do the Sun— By Glory—
Lives he in any other world My faith cannot reply Before it was imperative ’Twas all distinct to me -
485 To make One’s Toilette—after Dea… Has made the Toilette cool Of only Taste we cared to please Is difficult, and still—
XIV I’M ceded, I ’ve stopped being th… The name they dropped upon my face With water, in the country church, Is finished using now,
Wild Nights! Wild Nights! Were I with thee, Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile the winds
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,
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
226 Should you but fail at—Sea— In sight of me— Or doomed lie— Next Sun—to die—
51 I often passed the village When going home from school— And wondered what they did there— And why it was so still—
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
30 Adrift! A little boat adrift! And night is coming down! Will no one guide a little boat Unto the nearest town?
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
