#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
332 There are two Ripenings—one—of si… Whose forces Spheric wind Until the Velvet product Drop spicy to the ground—
729 Alter! When the Hills do— Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One—
78 A poor—torn heart—a tattered heart… That sat it down to rest— Nor noticed that the Ebbing Day Flowed silver to the West—
Of Brussels—it was not— Of Kidderminster? Nay— The Winds did buy it of the Woods… They—sold it unto me It was a gentle price—
XXV BELSHAZZAR had a letter,— He never had but one; Belshazzar’s correspondent Concluded and begun
XCIX THERE is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry.
308 I send Two Sunsets— Day and I—in competition ran— I finished Two—and several Stars— While He—was making One—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
591 To interrupt His Yellow Plan The Sun does not allow Caprices of the Atmosphere— And even when the Snow
993 We miss Her, not because We see— The Absence of an Eye— Except its Mind accompany Abridge Society
310 Give little Anguish— Lives will fret— Give Avalanches— And they’ll slant—
890 From Us She wandered now a Year, Her tarrying, unknown, If Wilderness prevent her feet Or that Ethereal Zone
901 Sweet, to have had them lost For news that they be saved— The nearer they departed Us The nearer they, restored,