#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
493 The World—stands—solemner—to me— Since I was wed—to Him— A modesty befits the soul That bears another’s—name—
144 She bore it till the simple veins Traced azure on her hand— Til pleading, round her quiet eyes The purple Crayons stand.
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly To ponder little workmanships
586 We talked as Girls do— Fond, and late— We speculated fair, on every subje… Of ours, none affair—
847 Finite’—to fail, but infinite to… For the one ship that struts the s… Many’s the gallant’—overwhelmed C… Nodding in Navies nevermore’—
We play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool. The shapes, though, were similar,
273 He put the Belt around my life I heard the Buckle snap— And turned away, imperial, My Lifetime folding up—
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.
131 Besides the Autumn poets sing A few prosaic days A little this side of the snow And that side of the Haze—
995 This was in the White of the Year… That—was in the Green— Drifts were as difficult then to t… As Daisies now to be seen—
A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw. And then he drank a dew
593 I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl— I read that Foreign Lady— The Dark—felt beautiful—
