#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
861 Split the Lark—and you’ll find th… Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled… Scantilly dealt to the Summer Mor… Saved for your Ear when Lutes be…
983 Ideals are the Fairly Oil With which we help the Wheel But when the Vital Axle turns The Eye rejects the Oil.
376 Of Course—I prayed— And did God Care? He cared as much as on the Air A Bird—had stamped her foot—
621 I asked no other thing— No other—was denied— I offered Being—for it— The Mighty Merchant sneered—
668 “Nature” is what we see— The Hill—the Afternoon— Squirrel—Eclipse—the Bumble bee— Nay—Nature is Heaven—
994 Partake as doth the Bee, Abstemiously. The Rose is an Estate— In Sicily.
No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken To that dull Girl? Trivial a Word—just—
141 Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses— Tenderly tucking them in from fros… Before their feet are cold.
To flee from memory Had we the Wings Many would fly Inured to slower things Birds with surprise
LXXXII THERE’S a certain slant of ligh… On winter afternoons, That oppresses, like the weight Of cathedral tunes.
XXVII BECAUSE I could not stop for D… He kindly stopped for me— The Carriage held but just Oursel… And Immortality.
516 Beauty—be not caused—It Is— Chase it, and it ceases— Chase it not, and it abides— Overtake the Creases
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
204 A slash of Blue— A sweep of Gray— Some scarlet patches on the way, Compose an Evening Sky—
Part One: Life XXXV I CAN wade grief, Whole pools of it,— I ’m used to that.
