#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
235 The Court is far away— No Umpire—have I— My Sovereign is offended— To gain his grace—I’d die!
A fuzzy fellow, without feet, Yet doth exceeding run! Of velvet, is his Countenance, And his Complexion, dun! Sometime, he dwelleth in the grass…
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
This is my letter to the world, That never wrote to me,- The simple news that Nature told, With tender majesty Her message is committed
490 To One denied the drink To tell what Water is Would be acuter, would it not Than letting Him surmise?
‘Faithful to the end’ Amended From the Heavenly Clause - Constancy with a Proviso Constancy abhors - ‘Crowns of Life’ are servile Priz…
687 I’ll send the feather from my Hat… Who knows—but at the sight of that My Sovereign will relent? As trinket—worn by faded Child—
90 Within my reach! I could have touched! I might have chanced that way! Soft sauntered thro’ the village—
720 No Prisoner be— Where Liberty— Himself—abide with Thee—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
595 Like Mighty Foot Lights—burned t… At Bases of the Trees— The far Theatricals of Day Exhibiting—to These—
228 Blazing in Gold and quenching in… Leaping like Leopards to the Sky Then at the feet of the old Horiz… Laying her spotted Face to die
761 From Blank to Blank— A Threadless Way I pushed Mechanic feet— To stop—or perish—or advance—
345 Funny—to be a Century— And see the People—going by— I—should die of the Oddity— But then—I’m not so staid—as He—
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
