#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
LX The grass so little has to do,— A sphere of simple green, With only butterflies to brood, And bees to entertain,
759 He fought like those Who’ve nough… Bestowed Himself to Balls As One who for a further Life Had not a further Use—
204 I’ll tell you how the Sun rose— A Ribbon at a time— The Steeples swam in Amethyst— The news, like Squirrels, ran—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the balsam,
11 I never told the buried gold Upon the hill—that lies— I saw the sun—his plunder done Crouch low to guard his prize.
569 I reckon—when I count it all— First—Poets—Then the Sun— Then Summer—Then the Heaven of G… And then—the List is done—
439 Undue Significance a starving man… To Food— Far off—He sighs—and therefore—Ho… And therefore—Good—
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
122 A something in a summer’s Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer’s noon—
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
557 She hideth Her the last— And is the first, to rise— Her Night doth hardly recompense The Closing of Her eyes—
426 It don't sound so terrible—quite—a… I run it over—"Dead", Brain, "De… Put it in Latin—left of my school… Seems it don't shriek so—under rul…
336 The face I carry with me—last— When I go out of Time— To take my Rank—by—in the West— That face—will just be thine—
