#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
Luck is not chance It’s Toil Fortune’s expensive smile Is earned The Father of the Mine
A still – Volcano – Life – That flickered in the night – When it was dark enough to do Without erasing sight – A quiet – Earthquake Style –
XVI TO fight aloud is very brave, But gallanter, I know, Who charge within the bosom, The cavalry of woe.
158 Dying! Dying in the night! Won’t somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow?
CXXXVI I STEPPED from plank to plank So slow and cautiously; The stars about my head I felt, About my feet the sea.
LVI Faith is a fine invention For gentlemen who see; But microscopes are prudent In an emergency!
XLIX A POOR torn heart, a tattered he… That sat it down to rest, Nor noticed that the ebbing day Flowed silver to the west,
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
766 My Faith is larger than the Hills… So when the Hills decay— My Faith must take the Purple Wh… To show the Sun the way—
896 Of Silken Speech and Specious Sh… A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually
Before you thought of spring, Except as a surmise, You see, God bless his suddenness… A fellow in the skies Of independent hues,
402 I pay—in Satin Cash— You did not state—your price— A Petal, for a Paragraph It near as I can guess—
955 The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories—although Himself had not complained.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
I held a Jewel in my fingers’— And went to sleep’— The day was warm, and winds were p… I said 'Twill keep’— I woke’—and chid my honest fingers…
