#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
THE LARGEST fire ever known Occurs each afternoon, Discovered is without surprise, Proceeds without concern: Consumes, and no report to men,
463 I live with Him — I see His face… I go no more away For Visitor — or Sundown — Death's single privacy
LXV GOOD night! which put the candle… A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick
My Life had stood—a Loaded Gun— In Corners—till a Day The Owner passed—identified— And carried Me away— And now We roam in Sovereign Woo…
Apparently with no surprise, To any happy flower, The frost beheads it at its play, In accidental power. The blond assassin passes on.
Part One: Life LI IT tossed and tossed,— A little brig I knew,— O’ertook by blast,
114 Good night, because we must, How intricate the dust! I would go, to know! Oh incognito!
LXII BEFORE I got my eye put out, I liked as well to see As other creatures that have eyes, And know no other way.
781 To wait an Hour—is long— If Love be just beyond— To wait Eternity—is short— If Love reward the end—
64 Some Rainbow—coming from the Fair… Some Vision of the World Cashmer… I confidently see! Or else a Peacock’s purple Train
233 The Lamp burns sure—within— Tho’ Serfs—supply the Oil— It matters not the busy Wick— At her phosphoric toil!
623 It was too late for Man— But early, yet, for God— Creation—impotent to help— But Prayer—remained—Our Side—
198 An awful Tempest mashed the air— The clouds were gaunt, and few— A Black—as of a Spectre’s Cloak Hid Heaven and Earth from view.
770 I lived on Dread— To Those who know The Stimulus there is In Danger—Other impetus
564 My period had come for Prayer— No other Art—would do— My Tactics missed a rudiment— Creator—Was it you?
