#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Those fair—fictitious People— The Women—plucked away From our familiar Lifetime— The Men of Ivory— Those Boys and Girls, in Canvas—
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
A little Madness in the Spring Is wholesome even for the King, But God be with the Clown - Who ponders this tremendous scene… This whole Experiment of Green -
730 Defrauded I a Butterfly— The lawful Heir—for Thee—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
403 The Winters are so short— I’m hardly justified In sending all the Birds away— And moving into Pod—
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
895 A Cloud withdrew from the Sky Superior Glory be But that Cloud and its Auxiliarie… Are forever lost to me
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
194 On this long storm the Rainbow ro… On this late Morn—the Sun— The clouds—like listless Elephant… Horizons—straggled down—
862 Light is sufficient to itself— If Others want to see It can be had on Window Panes Some Hours in the Day.
491 While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood
49 I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. Twice have I stood a beggar Before the door of God!
110 Artists wrestled here! Lo, a tint Cashmere! Lo, a Rose! Student of the Year!
