#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
453 Love — thou art high — I cannot climb thee — But, were it Two — Who knows but we —
841 A Moth the hue of this Haunts Candles in Brazil. Nature’s Experience would make Our Reddest Second pale.
545 ’Tis One by One—the Father count… And then a Tract between Set Cypherless—to teach the Eye The Value of its Ten—
725 Where Thou art—that—is Home— Cashmere—or Calvary—the same— Degree—or Shame— I scarce esteem Location’s Name—
LXXIII I ’LL tell you how the sun rose,— A ribbon at a time. The steeples swam in amethyst, The news like squirrels ran.
I see thee better—in the Dark— I do not need a Light— The Love of Thee—a Prism be— Excelling Violet— I see thee better for the Years
885 Our little Kinsmen’—after Rain In plenty may be seen, A Pink and Pulpy multitude The tepid Ground upon.
702 A first Mute Coming— In the Stranger’s House— A first fair Going— When the Bells rejoice—
121 As Watchers hang upon the East, As Beggars revel at a feast By savory Fancy spread— As brooks in deserts babble sweet
867 Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place— Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace—
530 You cannot put a Fire out— A Thing that can ignite Can go, itself, without a Fan— Upon the slowest Night—
108 Surgeons must be very careful When they take the knife! Underneath their fine incisions Stirs the Culprit—Life!
930 There is a June when Corn is cut And Roses in the Seed— A Summer briefer than the first But tenderer indeed
Volcanoes be in Sicily And South America I judge from my Geography - Volcanos nearer here A Lava step at any time
689 The Zeroes—taught us—Phosphorous— We learned to like the Fire By playing Glaciers—when a Boy— And Tinder—guessed—by power
