#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
442 God made a little Gentian— It tried—to be a Rose— And failed—and all the Summer lau… But just before the Snows
84 Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a “Diver”— Her brow is fit for thrones But I have not a crest.
238 Kill your Balm—and its Odors bles… Bare your Jessamine—to the storm— And she will fling her maddest per… Haply—your Summer night to Charm—
Whose Pink career may have a clos… Portentous as our own, who knows? To imitate these Neighbors fleet In awe and innocence, were meet.
The Sun kept setting—setting—stil… No Hue of Afternoon— Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon— The Dusk kept dropping—dropping—s…
518 Her sweet Weight on my Heart a N… Had scarcely deigned to lie— When, stirring, for Belief’s deli… My Bride had slipped away—
663 Again—his voice is at the door— I feel the old Degree— I hear him ask the servant For such an one—as me—
Who were “the Father and the Son” We pondered when a child, And what had they to do with us And when portentous told With inference appalling
425 Good Morning—Midnight— I’m coming Home— Day—got tired of Me— How could I—of Him?
974 The Soul’s distinct connection With immortality Is best disclosed by Danger Or quick Calamity—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
743 The Birds reported from the South… A News express to Me— A spicy Charge, My little Posts— But I am deaf—Today—
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
LXVII Presentment is that long shadow on… Indicative that suns go down; The notice to the startled grass That darkness is about to pass.
176 I’m the little “Heart’s Ease”! I don’t care for pouting skies! If the Butterfly delay Can I, therefore, stay away?
