#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
The show is not the show, But they that go. Menagerie to me My neighbor be. Fair play—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
Not in this world to see his face Sounds long, until I read the pla… Where this is said to be But just the primer to a life Unopened, rare, upon the shelf,
119 Talk with prudence to a Beggar Of “Potose,” and the mines! Reverently, to the Hungry Of your viands, and your wines!
876 It was a Grave, yet bore no Stone Enclosed ’twas not of Rail A Consciousness its Acre, and It held a Human Soul.
Glory is that bright tragic thing That for an instant Means Dominion - Warms some poor name That never felt the Sun,
150 She died—this was the way she died… And when her breath was done Took up her simple wardrobe And started for the sun—
354 From Cocoon forth a Butterfly As Lady from her Door Emerged—a Summer Afternoon— Repairing Everywhere—
105 To hang our head—ostensibly— And subsequent, to find That such was not the posture Of our immortal mind—
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
A Pang is more conspicuous in Spr… In contrast with the things that s… Not Birds entirely– but Minds – Minute Effulgencies and Winds - When what they sung for is undone
117 In rags mysterious as these The shining Courtiers go— Veiling the purple, and the plumes… Veiling the ermine so.
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
240 Ah, Moon—and Star! You are very far— But were no one Farther than you—
