#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
I started Early– Took my Dog – And visited the Sea - The Mermaids in the Basement Came out to look at me - And Frigates - in the Upper Floo…
LXI A LITTLE road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly.
517 He parts Himself—like Leaves— And then—He closes up— Then stands upon the Bonnet Of Any Buttercup—
900 What did They do since I saw The… Were They industrious? So many questions to put Them Have I the eagerness
567 He gave away his Life— To Us—Gigantic Sum— A trifle—in his own esteem— But magnified—by Fame—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
Safe in their alabaster chambers, Untouched by morning and untouched… Sleep the meek members of the resu… Rafter of satin, and roof of stone… Light laughs the breeze in her cas…
Witchcraft has not a Pedigree ’Tis early as our Breath And mourners meet it going out The moment of our death—
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
56 If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, ‘Twill be because beyond the Rose I have been called away—
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”