#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
864 The Robin for the Crumb Returns no syllable But long records the Lady’s name In Silver Chronicle.
75 She died at play, Gambolled away Her lease of spotted hours, Then sank as gaily as a Turn
“Why do I love” You, Sir? Because’— The Wind does not require the Gra… To answer’—Wherefore when He pass She cannot keep Her place.
Like trains of cars on tracks of p… I hear the level bee: A jar across the flowers goes, Their velvet masonry Withstands until the sweet assault
138 Pigmy seraphs—gone astray— Velvet people from Vevay— Balles from some lost summer day— Bees exclusive Coterie—
LXIII Ample make this bed. Make this bed with awe; In it wait till judgment break Excellent and fair.
578 The Body grows without— The more convenient way— That if the Spirit—like to hide Its Temple stands, alway,
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
968 Fitter to see Him, I may be For the long Hindrance—Grace—to… With Summers, and with Winters, g… Some passing Year—A trait bestow
306 The Soul’s Superior instants Occur to Her—alone— When friend—and Earth’s occasion Have infinite withdrawn—
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
849 The good Will of a Flower The Man who would possess Must first present Certificate
