#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
848 Just as He spoke it from his Hand… This Edifice remain— A Turret more, a Turret less Dishonor his Design—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
Part Five: The Single Hound XLIX The duties of the Wind are few— To cast the ships, at Sea, Establish March, the Floods escor…
115 What Inn is this Where for the night Peculiar Traveller comes? Who is the Landlord?
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
646 I think to Live—may be a Bliss To those who dare to try— Beyond my limit to conceive— My lip—to testify—
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
Nature rarer uses Yellow Than another Hue. Saves she all of that for Sunsets Prodigal of Blue Spending Scarlet, like a Woman
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
No rack can torture me, My soul’s at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw,
839 Always Mine! No more Vacation! Term of Light this Day begun! Failless as the fair rotation
869 Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers unafraid
LXXIX I YEARS had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before
599 There is a pain—so utter— It swallows substance up— Then covers the Abyss with Trance… So Memory can step