#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
212 Least Rivers—docile to some sea. My Caspian—thee.
1540 As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away— Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy—
810 Her Grace is all she has— And that, so least displays— One Art to recognize, must be, Another Art, to praise.
Could mortal lip divine The undeveloped Freight Of a delivered syllable ‘Twould crumble with the weight.
The Wind took up the Northern Th… And piled them in the south - Then gave the East unto the West And opening his mouth The four Divisions of the Earth
XXX WE play at paste, Till qualified for pearl, Then drop the paste, And deem ourself a fool.
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
713 Fame of Myself, to justify, All other Plaudit be Superfluous—An Incense Beyond Necessity—
927 Absent Place—an April Day— Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
Nature, the gentlest mother, Impatient of no child, The feeblest or the waywardest, Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
662 Embarrassment of one another And God Is Revelation’s limit, Aloud
814 One Day is there of the Series Termed Thanksgiving Day. Celebrated part at Table Part in Memory.
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
411 The Color of the Grave is Green— The Outer Grave—I mean— You would not know it from the Fi… Except it own a Stone—
