#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
73 Who never lost, are unprepared A Coronet to find! Who never thirsted Flagons, and Cooling Tamarind!
Death leaves Us homesick, who beh… Except that it is gone Are ignorant of its Concern As if it were not born. Through all their former Places,…
Pink, small, and punctual, Aromatic, low, Covert in April, Candid in May, Dear to the moss,
Tell all the Truth but tell it sl… Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The Truth’s superb surprise As Lightning to the Children ease…
266 This—is the land—the Sunset washe… These—are the Banks of the Yellow… Where it rose—or whither it rushes… These—are the Western Mystery!
Not “Revelation”—'tis—that waits, But our unfurnished eyes—
671 She dwelleth in the Ground— Where Daffodils—abide— Her Maker—Her Metropolis— The Universe—Her Maid—
So proud she was to die It made us all ashamed That what we cherished, so unknown To her desire seemed. So satisfied to go
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
521 Endow the Living—with the Tears— You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women—now, Around Your Fireside—
45 There’s something quieter than sle… Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast— And will not tell its name.
12 The morns are meeker than they wer… The nuts are getting brown— The berry’s cheek is plumper— The Rose is out of town.
197 Morning—is the place for Dew— Corn—is made at Noon— After dinner light—for flowers— Dukes—for Setting Sun!
A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies - Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize - Whose Allies go no more astray
