#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
302 Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done— Seems Summer’s Recollection And the Affairs of June
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
386 Answer July— Where is the Bee— Where is the Blush— Where is the Hay?
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
410 The first Day’s Night had come— And grateful that a thing So terrible—had been endured— I told my Soul to sing—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
388 Take your Heaven further on— This—to Heaven divine Has gone— Had You earlier blundered in Possibly, e’en You had seen
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
I like to see it lap the miles, And lick the valleys up, And stop to feed itself at tanks; And then, prodigious, step Around a pile of mountains,
870 Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for The “Golden Fleece”
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
