#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
I counted till they danced so Their slippers leaped the town, And then I took a pencil To note the rebels down. And then they grew so jolly
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
How lonesome the Wind must feel N… When people have put out the Ligh… And everything that has an Inn Closes the shutter and goes in— How pompous the Wind must feel No…
620 It makes no difference abroad— The Seasons—fit—the same— The Mornings blossom into Noons— And split their Pods of Flame—
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
384 No Rack can torture me— My Soul—at Liberty— Behind this mortal Bone There knits a bolder One—
Come slowly, Eden Lips unused to thee. Bashful, sip thy jasmines, As the fainting bee,
727 Precious to Me—She still shall be… Though She forget the name I bear… The fashion of the Gown I wear— The very Color of My Hair—
357 God is a distant—stately Lover— Woos, as He states us—by His Son… Verily, a Vicarious Courtship— “Miles”, and “Priscilla”, were su…
902 The first Day that I was a Life I recollect it—How still— That last Day that I was a Life I recollect it—as well—
‘And with what body do they come?’… Then they do come - Rejoice! What Door– What Hour– Run– ru… Illuminate the House! ‘Body!’ Then real– a Face and E…
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
There is another sky, Ever serene and fair, And there is another sunshine, Though it be darkness there; Never mind faded forests, Austin,
873 Ribbons of the Year— Multitude Brocade— Worn to Nature’s Party once Then, as flung aside