#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
112 Where bells no more affright the m… Where scrabble never comes— Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms—
284 The Drop, that wrestles in the Se… Forgets her own locality— As I—toward Thee— She knows herself an incense small…
40 When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye— When I con the people
THE BAT is dun with wrinkled wi… Like fallow article, And not a song pervades his lips, Or none perceptible. His small umbrella, quaintly halve…
34 Garland for Queens, may be— Laurels—for rare degree Of soul or sword. Ah—but remembering me—
Part One: Life LII VICTORY comes late, And is held low to freezing lips Too rapt with frost
723 It tossed—and tossed— A little Brig I knew—o’ertook by… It spun—and spun— And groped delirious, for Morn—
454 It was given to me by the Gods— When I was a little Girl— They given us Presents most—you k… When we are new—and small.
543 I fear a Man of frugal Speech— I fear a Silent Man— Haranguer—I can overtake— Or Babbler—entertain—
XII I CANNOT live with you, It would be life, And life is over there Behind the shelf
Our lives are Swiss— So still—so Cool— Till some odd afternoon The Alps neglect their Curtains And we look farther on!
Lightly stepped a yellow star To its lofty place - Loosed the Moon her silver hat From her lustral Face - All of Evening softly lit
275 Doubt Me! My Dim Companion! Why, God, would be content With but a fraction of the Life— Poured thee, without a stint—
63 If pain for peace prepares Lo, what “Augustan” years Our feet await! If springs from winter rise,
My life closed twice before its cl… It yet remains to see If Immortality unveil A third event to me So huge, so hopeless to conceive
