#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
956 What shall I do when the Summer t… What, when the Rose is ripe— What when the Eggs fly off in Mus… From the Maple Keep?
Because I could not stop for Deat… He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselv… And Immortality. We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
704 672 No matter—now—Sweet— But when I’m Earl— Won’t you wish you’d spoken
19 A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn— A flask of Dew—A Bee or two— A Breeze—a caper in the trees—
256 If I’m lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gate…
LXXXV A LIGHT exists in spring Not present on the year At any other period. When March is scarcely here
998 Best Things dwell out of Sight The Pearl—the Just—Our Thought. Most shun the Public Air Legitimate, and Rare—
699 The Judge is like the Owl— I’ve heard my Father tell— And Owls do build in Oaks— So here’s an Amber Sill—
868 They ask but our Delight— The Darlings of the Soil And grant us all their Countenanc… For a penurious smile.
CXXVIII I heard a fly buzz when I died; The stillness round my form Was like the stillness in the air Between the heaves of storm.
The words the happy say Are paltry melody But those the silent feel Are beautiful—
503 Better—than Music! For I—who hea… I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translat… Of all tunes I knew—and more—
252 I can wade Grief— Whole Pools of it— I’m used to that— But the least push of Joy
The soul selects her own society, Then shuts the door; On her divine majority Obtrude no more. Unmoved, she notes the chariot’s p…
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,
