#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Between My Country—and the Other… There is a Sea— But Flowers—negotiate between us— As Ministry.
840 I cannot buy it—’tis not sold— There is no other in the World— Mine was the only one I was so happy I forgot
102 Great Caesar! Condescend The Daisy, to receive, Gathered by Cato’s Daughter, With your majestic leave!
387 The sweetest Heresy received That Man and Woman know— Each Other’s Convert— Though the Faith accommodate but…
708 I sometimes drop it, for a Quick— The Thought to be alive— Anonymous Delight to know— And Madder—to conceive—
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
251 Over the fence— Strawberries—grow— Over the fence— I could climb—if I tried, I know—
391 A Visitor in Marl— Who influences Flowers— Till they are orderly as Busts— And Elegant—as Glass—
385 Smiling back from Coronation May be Luxury— On the Heads that started with us… Being’s Peasantry—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
916 His Feet are shod with Gauze— His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid.
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 floor
889 Crisis is a Hair Toward which the forces creep Past which forces retrograde If it come in sleep
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
