#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
852 Apology for Her Be rendered by the Bee— Herself, without a Parliament Apology for Me.
857 Uncertain lease—develops lustre On Time Uncertain Grasp, appreciation Of Sum—
213 Did the Harebell loose her girdle To the lover Bee Would the Bee the Harebell hallow Much as formerly?
289 I know some lonely Houses off the… A Robber’d like the look of— Wooden barred, And Windows hanging low,
899 Herein a Blossom lies— A Sepulchre, between— Cross it, and overcome the Bee— Remain—'tis but a Rind.
942 Snow beneath whose chilly softness Some that never lay Make their first Repose this Wint… I admonish Thee
The Hills in Purple syllables The Day’s Adventures tell To little Groups of Continents Just going Home from School.
879 Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between.
His Heart was darker than the sta… For that there is a morn But in this black Receptacle Can be no Bode of Dawn
793 Grief is a Mouse— And chooses Wainscot in the Breas… For His Shy House— And baffles quest—
444 It feels a shame to be Alive— When Men so brave—are dead— One envies the Distinguished Dust… Permitted—such a Head—
757 The Mountains—grow unnoticed— Their Purple figures rise Without attempt—Exhaustion— Assistance—or Applause—
Whole Gulfs– of Red, and Fleets… And Crews– of solid Blood – Did place upon the West– Tonight… As ’twere specific Ground - And They– appointed Creatures –
323 As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, stand—
Sometimes with the Heart Seldom with the Soul Scarcer once with the Might Few - love at all.
