#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!
A little bread—a crust—a crumb— A little trust—a demijohn— Can keep the soul alive— Not portly, mind! but breathing—wa… Conscious—as old Napoleon,
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
737 The Moon was but a Chin of Gold A Night or two ago— And now she turns Her perfect Fac… Upon the World below—
301 I reason, Earth is short— And Anguish—absolute— And many hurt, But, what of that?
550 I cross till I am weary A Mountain—in my mind— More Mountains—then a Sea— More Seas—And then
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
473 I am ashamed’—I hide’— What right have I’—to be a Bride’… So late a Dowerless Girl’— Nowhere to hide my dazzled Face’—
331 While Asters— On the Hill— Their Everlasting fashions—set— And Covenant Gentians—Frill!
736 Have any like Myself Investigating March, New Houses on the Hill descried— And possibly a Church—
I’m saying every day “If I should be a Queen, tomorrow… I’d do this way — And so I deck, a little, If it be, I wake a Bourbon,
126 To fight aloud, is very brave— But gallanter, I know Who charge within the bosom The Cavalry of Woe—
380 There is a flower that Bees prefe… And Butterflies—desire— To gain the Purple Democrat The Humming Bird—aspire—
