#Americans #Women #XIXCentury
203 He forgot—and I—remembered— ’Twas an everyday affair— Long ago as Christ and Peter— “Warmed them” at the “Temple fire…
851 When the Astronomer stops seeking For his Pleiad’s Face— When the lone British Lady Forsakes the Arctic Race
626 Only God—detect the Sorrow— Only God— The Jehovahs—are no Babblers— Unto God—
It stole along so stealthy Suspicion it was done Was dim as to the wealthy Beginning not to own -
Image of Light, Adieu - Thanks for the interview - So long– so short – Preceptor of the whole - Coeval Cardinal -
35 Nobody knows this little Rose— It might a pilgrim be Did I not take it from the ways And lift it up to thee.
246 Forever at His side to walk— The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain— Blood of His Blood—
971 Robbed by Death—but that was easy… To the failing Eye I could hold the latest Glowing— Robbed by Liberty
319 Of Bronze—and Blaze— The North—tonight— So adequate—it forms— So preconcerted with itself—
The spry Arms of the Wind If I could crawl between I have an errand imminent To an adjoining Zone - I should not care to stop
The reticent volcano keeps His never slumbering plan - Confided are his projects pink To no precarious man. If nature will not tell the tale
165 A Wounded Deer—leaps highest— I’ve heard the Hunter tell— ’Tis but the Ecstasy of death— And then the Brake is still!
718 I meant to find Her when I came— Death—had the same design— But the Success—was His—it seems— And the Surrender—Mine—
These—saw Visions— Latch them softly— These—held Dimples— Smooth them slow— This—addressed departing accents—
220 Could I—then—shut the door— Lest my beseeching face—at last— Rejected—be—of Her?