#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
990 Not all die early, dying young— Maturity of Fate Is consummated equally In Ages, or a Night—
218 Is it true, dear Sue? Are there two? I shouldn’t like to come For fear of joggling Him!
856 There is a finished feeling Experienced at Graves— A leisure of the Future— A Wilderness of Size.
There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take
‘T was just this time last year I… I know I heard the corn, When I was carried by the farms,— It had the tassels on. I thought how yellow it would look
135 Water, is taught by thirst. Land—by the Oceans passed. Transport—by throe— Peace—by its battles told—
877 Each Scar I’ll keep for Him Instead I’ll say of Gem In His long Absence worn A Costlier one
57 To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I,
LV MY country need not change her go… Her triple suit as sweet As when ’t was cut at Lexington, And first pronounced “a fit.”
854 Banish Air from Air— Divide Light if you dare— They’ll meet While Cubes in a Drop
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
821 Away from Home are some and I— An Emigrant to be In a Metropolis of Homes Is easy, possibly—
173 A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun!
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—
575 “Heaven” has different Signs—to m… Sometimes, I think that Noon Is but a symbol of the Place— And when again, at Dawn,
