#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
562 Conjecturing a Climate Of unsuspended Suns— Adds poignancy to Winter— The Shivering Fancy turns
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
26 It’s all I have to bring today— This, and my heart beside— This, and my heart, and all the fi… And all the meadows wide—
A little road not made of man, Enabled of the eye, Accessible to thill of bee, Or cart of butterfly. If town it have, beyond itself,
471 A Night—there lay the Days betwee… The Day that was Before— And Day that was Behind—were one— And now—'twas Night—was here—
843 I made slow Riches but my Gain Was steady as the Sun And every Night, it numbered more Than the preceding One
548 Death is potential to that Man Who dies—and to his friend— Beyond that—unconspicuous To Anyone but God—
230 We—Bee and I—live by the quaffing… ’Tisn’t all Hock—with us— Life has its Ale— But it’s many a lay of the Dim Bu…
434 To love thee Year by Year— May less appear Than sacrifice, and cease— However, dear,
694 The Heaven vests for Each In that small Deity It craved the grace to worship Some bashful Summer’s Day—
The wind tapped like a tired man, And like a host, ‘Come in,’ I boldly answered; entered then My residence within A rapid, footless guest,
It’s thoughts—and just One Heart— And Old Sunshine—about— Make frugal—Ones—Content— And two or three—for Company— Upon a Holiday—
348 I would not paint—a picture— I’d rather be the One It’s bright impossibility To dwell—delicious—on—
741 Drama’s Vitallest Expression is t… That arise and set about Us— Other Tragedy Perish in the Recitation—
A Sloop of Amber slips away Upon an Ether Sea, And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar… The Son of Ecstasy -
