#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
594 The Battle fought between the Sou… And No Man—is the One Of all the Battles prevalent— By far the Greater One—
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
363 I went to thank Her— But She Slept— Her Bed—a funneled Stone— With Nosegays at the Head and Fo…
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
All men for Honor hardest work But are not known to earn - Paid after they have ceased to wor… In Infamy or Urn -
70 “Arcturus” is his other name— I’d rather call him “Star.” It’s very mean of Science To go and interfere!
142 Whose are the little beds, I aske… Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others… And no one made reply.
“Houses”'—so the Wise Men tell me… Houses—so the Wise Men tell me— “Mansions”! Mansions must be warm… Mansions cannot let the tears in, Mansions must exclude the storm!
Part One: Life LIV EXPERIMENT to me Is every one I meet. If it contain a kernel?
393 Did Our Best Moment last— ‘Twould supersede the Heaven— A few—and they by Risk—procure— So this Sort—are not given—
It’s like the light,— A fashionless delight It’s like the bee,— A dateless melody. It’s like the woods,
’Twas comfort in her Dying Room To hear the living Clock— A short relief to have the wind Walk boldly up and knock— Diversion from the Dying Theme
529 I’m sorry for the Dead—Today— It’s such congenial times Old Neighbors have at fences— It’s time o’ year for Hay.
118 My friend attacks my friend! Oh Battle picturesque! Then I turn Soldier too, And he turns Satirist!
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—
