#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
470 I am alive—I guess— The Branches on my Hand Are full of Morning Glory— And at my finger’s end—
541 Some such Butterfly be seen On Brazilian Pampas— Just at noon—no later—Sweet— Then—the License closes—
987 The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence— Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference.
48 Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the dee… Her troubled question flings—
168 If the foolish, call them “flowers… Need the wiser, tell? If the Savants “Classify” them It is just as well!
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
146 On such a night, or such a night, Would anybody care If such a little figure Slipped quiet from its chair—
I had not minded—Walls— Were Universe—one Rock— And far I heard his silver Call The other side the Block— I’d tunnel—till my Groove
749 All but Death, can be Adjusted— Dynasties repaired— Systems—settled in their Sockets— Citadels—dissolved—
137 Flowers—Well—if anybody Can the ecstasy define— Half a transport—half a trouble— With which flowers humble men:
858 This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure dr… The Day must follow too.
556 The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly—and true— But let a Splinter swerve— ’Twere easier for You—
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
