#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
164 Mama never forgets her birds, Though in another tree— She looks down just as often And just as tenderly
886 These tested Our Horizon— Then disappeared As Birds before achieving A Latitude.
169 In Ebon Box, when years have flow… To reverently peer, Wiping away the velvet dust Summers have sprinkled there!
584 It ceased to hurt me, though so sl… I could not feel the Anguish go— But only knew by looking back— That something—had benumbed the T…
33 If recollecting were forgetting, Then I remember not. And if forgetting, recollecting, How near I had forgot.
208 The Rose did caper on her cheek— Her Bodice rose and fell— Her pretty speech—like drunken men… Did stagger pitiful—
653 Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens—upon—
I years had been from home, And now, before the door, I dared not open, lest a face I never saw before Stare vacant into mine
285 The Robin’s my Criterion for Tun… Because I grow—where Robins do— But, were I Cuckoo born— I’d swear by him—
LXVI WHEN I hoped I feared, Since I hoped I dared; Everywhere alone As a church remain;
His bill an auger is, His head, a cap and frill. He laboreth at every tree,— A worm his utmost goal.
‘Faith’ is a fine invention When Gentlemen can see’— But Microscopes are prudent In an Emergency.
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
46 I keep my pledge. I was not called— Death did not notice me. I bring my Rose.
726 We thirst at first—’tis Nature’s… And later—when we die— A little Water supplicate— Of fingers going by—
