#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
62 “Sown in dishonor”! Ah! Indeed! May this “dishonor” be? If I were half so fine myself
The bustle in a house The morning after death Is solemnest of industries Enacted upon earth,— The sweeping up the heart,
86 South Winds jostle them— Bumblebees come— Hover—hesitate— Dri nk, and are gone—
846 Twice had Summer her fair Verdure Proffered to the Plain— Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture On the Rivers been—
526 To hear an Oriole sing May be a common thing— Or only a divine. It is not of the Bird
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
372 I know lives, I could miss Without a Misery— Others—whose instant’s wanting— Would be Eternity—
446 I showed her Heights she never sa… “Would’st Climb,” I said? She said—"Not so"— “With me—” I said—With me?
The Notice that is called the Spr… Is but a month from here - Put up my Heart thy Hoary work And take a Rosy Chair. Not any House the Flowers keep -
353 A happy lip—breaks sudden— It doesn’t state you how It contemplated—smiling— Just consummated—now—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
The cricket sang, And set the sun, And workmen finished, one by one, Their seam the day upon. The low grass loaded with the dew,
III SOUL, wilt thou toss again? By just such a hazard Hundreds have lost, indeed, But tens have won an all.
My Garden—like the Beach— Denotes there be—a Sea— That’s Summer— Such as These—the Pearls She fetches—such as Me
XXIII A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves And ate the fellow, raw.
