#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
28 So has a Daisy vanished From the fields today— So tiptoed many a slipper To Paradise away—
424 Removed from Accident of Loss By Accident of Gain Befalling not my simple Days— Myself had just to earn—
72 Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak.
22 All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May— It rises train by train—
Not Sickness stains the Brave, Nor any Dart, Nor Doubt of Scene to come, But an adjourning Heart -
9 Through lane it lay—through brambl… Through clearing and through wood— Banditti often passed us Upon the lonely road.
I SHOULD have been too glad, I… Too lifted for the scant degree Of life’s penurious round; My little circuit would have shame… This new circumference, have blame…
592 What care the Dead, for Chanticle… What care the Dead for Day? ’Tis late your Sunrise vex their… And Purple Ribaldry—of Morning
941 The Lady feeds Her little Bird At rarer intervals— The little Bird would not dissent But meekly recognize
489 We pray—to Heaven— We prate—of Heaven— Relate—when Neighbors die— At what o’clock to heaven—they fle…
293 I got so I could take his name— Without—Tremendous gain— That Stop-sensation—on my Soul— And Thunder—in the Room—
416 A Murmur in the Trees—to note— Not loud enough—for Wind— A Star—not far enough to seek— Nor near enough—to find—
472 Except the Heaven had come so nea… So seemed to choose My Door— The Distance would not haunt me s… I had not hoped—before—
913 And this of all my Hopes This, is the silent end Bountiful colored, my Morning ros… Early and sere, its end
715 The World—feels Dusty When We stop to Die— We want the Dew—then— Honors—taste dry—
