#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
691 Would you like summer? Taste of o… Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the par… Weary! Furloughs of down!
XXIX THE nearest dream recedes, unreal… The heaven we chase Like the June bee Before the school—boy
656 The name—of it—is “Autumn”— The hue—of it—is Blood— An Artery—upon the Hill— A Vein—along the Road—
427 I’ll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touc… Could take it— Diamonds—Wait—
18 The Gentian weaves her fringes— The Maple’s loom is red— My departing blossoms Obviate parade.
433 Knows how to forget! But could It teach it? Easiest of Arts, they say When one learn how
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirre… Excellent is Bloom But except its Russet Base
665 Dropped into the Ether Acre— Wearing the Sod Gown— Bonnet of Everlasting Laces— Brooch—frozen on—
XLV DELIGHT becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,— More fair, because impossible That any gain.
322 There came a Day at Summer’s full… Entirely for me— I thought that such were for the… Where Resurrections—be—
314 Nature—sometimes sears a Sapling— Sometimes—scalps a Tree— Her Green People recollect it When they do not die—
909 I make His Crescent fill or lack— His Nature is at Full Or Quarter—as I signify— His Tides—do I control—
458 Like eyes that looked on Wastes— Incredulous of Ought But Blank—and steady Wilderness— Diversified by Night—
768 When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood— At a Window facing West— Roughest Air—was good—
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.