#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
A Route of Evanescence With a revolving Wheel— A Resonance of Emerald— A Rush of Cochineal— And every Blossom on the Bush
156 You love me—you are sure— I shall not fear mistake— I shall not cheated wake— Some grinning morn—
The Hills erect their Purple Hea… The Rivers lean to see Yet Man has not of all the Throng A Curiosity.
188 Make me a picture of the sun— So I can hang it in my room— And make believe I’m getting warm When others call it “Day”!
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
There is another Loneliness That many die without - Not want of friend occasions it Or circumstances of Lot But nature, sometimes, sometimes t…
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
A darting fear—a pomp—a tear— A waking on a morn To find that what one waked for, Inhales the different dawn.
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
684 Best Gains—must have the Losses’… To constitute them—Gains—
860 Absence disembodies—so does Death Hiding individuals from the Earth Superposition helps, as well as lo… Tenderness decreases as we prove—
HE preached upon “breadth” till i… The broad are too broad to define: And of “truth” until it proclaimed… The truth never flaunted a sign. Simplicity fled from his counterfe…
570 I could die—to know— ’Tis a trifling knowledge— News-Boys salute the Door— Carts—joggle by—
