#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
XLIV THE show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be.
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
181 I lost a World - the other day! Has Anybody found? You’ll know it by the Row of Star… Around its forehead bound.
September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets– Crows– and Retros… And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming -
106 The Daisy follows soft the Sun— And when his golden walk is done— Sits shyly at his feet— He—waking—finds the flower there—
XL THE thought beneath so slight a f… Is more distinctly seen,— As laces just reveal the surge, Or mists the Apennine.
13 Sleep is supposed to be By souls of sanity The shutting of the eye. Sleep is the station grand
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
129 Cocoon above! Cocoon below! Stealthy Cocoon, why hide you so What all the world suspect? An hour, and gay on every tree
145 This heart that broke so long— These feet that never flagged— This faith that watched for star i… Give gently to the dead—
364 The Morning after Woe— ’Tis frequently the Way— Surpasses all that rose before— For utter Jubilee—
100 A science—so the Savants say, “Comparative Anatomy”— By which a single bone— Is made a secret to unfold
