#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
651 So much Summer Me for showing Illegitimate— Would a Smile’s minute bestowing
911 Too little way the House must lie From every Human Heart That holds in undisputed Lease A white inhabitant—
Epigram THIS is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,— The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty.
16 I would distil a cup, And bear to all my friends, Drinking to her no more astir, By beck, or burn, or moor!
Our journey had advanced; Our feet were almost come To that odd fork in Being’s road, Eternity by term. Our pace took sudden awe,
Nature the gentlest mother is, Impatient of no child, The feeblest of the waywardest. Her admonition mild In forest and the hill
933 Two Travellers perishing in Snow The Forests as they froze Together heard them strengthening Each other with the words
786 Severer Service of myself I—hastened to demand To fill the awful Vacuum Your life had left behind—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
Had we our senses But perhaps ’tis well they’re not… So intimate with Madness He’s liable with them Had we the eyes without our Head—
828 The Robin is the One That interrupt the Morn With hurried—few—express Reports When March is scarcely on—
417 Is it dead—Find it— Out of sound—Out of sight— “Happy”? Which is wiser— You, or the Wind?
327 Before I got my eye put out I liked as well to see— As other Creatures, that have Eye… And know no other way—
628 They called me to the Window, for “ ’Twas Sunset”—Some one said— I only saw a Sapphire Farm— And just a Single Herd—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
