#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
797 By my Window have I for Scenery Just a Sea—with a Stem— If the Bird and the Farmer—deem i… The Opinion will serve—for them—
404 How many Flowers fail in Wood— Or perish from the Hill— Without the privilege to know That they are Beautiful—
The Savior must have been A docile Gentleman— To come so far so cold a Day For little Fellowmen— The Road to Bethlehem
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
Pain has an element of blank; It cannot recollect When it began, or if there were A day when it was not. It has no future but itself,
917 Love—is anterior to Life— Posterior—to Death— Initial of Creation, and The Exponent of Earth—
If I can stop one heart from brea… I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching… Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin
512 The Soul has Bandaged moments— When too appalled to stir— She feels some ghastly Fright com… And stop to look at her—
661 Could I but ride indefinite As doth the Meadow Bee And visit only where I liked And No one visit me
‘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…
785 They have a little Odor—that to m… Is metre—nay—’tis melody— And spiciest at fading—indicate— A Habit—of a Laureate—
LX A SHADY friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.
There comes a warning like a spy A shorter breath of Day A stealing that is not a stealth And Summers are away
The Mushroom is the Elf of Plant… At Evening, it is not At Morning, in a Truffled Hut It stop opon a Spot As if it tarried always
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
